Romans & histoires Confessions

“We know, Dave. We know everything. Stop lying to yourself. Stop lying to us.” “We’ve got witnesses, evidence, alibis—everything points to you,” the tall one said. “You think you can keep denying it? This is your chance to make things right. Tell us the truth.” “I’m innocent,” I said through gritted teeth. “You’ve just made things a lot easier for us,” the tall one said. “We’ll be back.” As they left the room, I collapsed onto the table, sobbing. I’d cracked. I’d confessed. And now, there was no turning back.

How do you confess something you didn’t choose. My chest felt tight, not dramatic, just quietly suffocating. Like someone had pressed pause on my lungs. I opened my notes app because that felt safer than talking. I typed. I need to tell you something. Deleted. Please don’t be angry. Deleted. I didn’t cheat. I swear I didn’t cheat. Deleted. My fingers hovered, useless. There was no version of the truth that came out clean. There was no sentence that did not end in loss. Another message buzzed in.

She confessed. ******************************

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."

He keeps walking down a dimly lit hallway behind the main hall. The moment the noise fades Marcus spins around. His face is furious. “Are you completely out of your mind, Rhys?” Marcus barks, stepping right into my space. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Pretending to be Reid? Chloe told me Jami had confessed to Reid, but the moment I saw you, I knew you were at it again…what kinda shitty game are you playing, kissing Jami in front of the entire city? Do you have any idea how messed up this is?”

“You can start whenever you’re ready.” I swallowed hard. “It’s not… it’s not an ordinary confession.” He tilted his head slightly. “Go on.” I looked down at my hands, then back up at him. Every question I’d written earlier rushed through my mind, but the words came out softer, more real than I expected. “I think I’ve done something I can’t undo,” I said. “And I can’t stop thinking about it.” His brow furrowed. “What is it you’ve done?”

“And you’ve been avoiding him like he’s the plague. That’s a very specific therapy combo, my guy.” Lily leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice dipped to dramatic stage whisper. “Tell us everything. We’ll turn it into a W*****d series.” Jordan snorted. “Title: Forgive Me, Father, I Love the Sin.” “Jordan!” Lily slapped her arm. “Too much.” She turned back to me, all sharp concern. “Did he do something? Did something happen?” I closed my eyes. It was like being dragged across broken glass. The confession booth. The rain. The kiss. The grinding. The way my body had betrayed me. The way I’d run until the rain stopped and my shame had nowhere to hide.

My confession. “Did you write this?” Harwin asked. “I did,” I said, voice hoarse, but I held my chin up. “Yes. I wrote it.” “Then you confess to the killing?” “I confessed to the memory of what might have happened! I confessed to the guilt! I never said how. I never even understood how it happened—if it even did!” “So you confess without clarity?” Morten pressed. “You admit to hiding dangerous knowledge from your Alpha and this council?”

His voice cracked under the weight of truth. The confession opened a floodgate of emotions: fear of losing his family, shame for betraying their trust, and the gnawing realization that responsibility carried more than just financial or social weight. Abby recognized that the choices he had made to escape pressure only compounded it, creating a spiral that threatened to engulf him entirely.