Her Story Cheats Novels & Stories

"I wanted to know who you were from what you did, not from what you put in writing." "And?" I said. "And I am here," she said. "Which is the answer?" "What did Petra tell you?" I said. "She said you were specific and you did not use evasive language." Davan's expression shifted slightly, the first variation from the baseline assessment I had seen since she sat down. "You should know that Petra is one of the most difficult people I have ever met to impress. She has a memory like a trap, and she holds onto inconsistencies the way other people hold grudges."

I laughed at her instead, because the alternative — believing her, letting myself hope that the story I’d carried quietly for twelve months might actually have a face and a name attached to it after all — was far more dangerous than dismissing it outright. Gold diggers were creative. I’d learned that the hard way, more times than I cared to count. Some invented tragic backstories. Some claimed pregnancies that never existed, injuries that healed suspiciously fast, family debts that vanished the moment I stopped paying attention. But this one had done something cleverer than all of them combined. She hadn’t invented a story out of nothing. She’d found mine and put herself inside it.

Damon’s grip on Hailey loosened just a fraction, his brow furrowing as he looked down at her. But Hailey was ready. The moment the word cheating left my mouth, she let out a loud, heartbroken sob, collapsing even further into his chest as if she had just been stabbed. “Damon, no! That’s a lie! It’s a horrible, disgusting lie!” Hailey wailed, her hands gripping his neck tightly as she shook her head frantically. “I was never with anyone else! I love you so much, you know that! She’s just making up these awful stories because she knows how much I mean to you. She wants to ruin us, Damon! She wants to drag my name down into the dirt so she doesn't have to look like the only cheap, classless gir

I replied as an excuse, I can’t think of an answer. “How about you, did you ever cheat?” she asked looking at my eyes straight. I looked away. "I-I didn't!" I stuttered. "Okay, then will you ever cheat on me?" she asks while putting different colors of yarn on the basket. "O-of course not!" I replied. “Wait, why are you asking like that?” She looked at me then grinned. “I’m going to use it for my story.” Oh, yeah! I forgot, my girlfriend is a writer. “By the way, how’s the mother of your friend? Is she okay?”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she recounted the painful events. Ann continued, "It all started with Mark's girlfriend, Jane. She suspected him of infidelity and, in her desperation, she turned to a television show called 'Charlie Brown's Cheaters.' She believed the show could reveal the truth." As Ann spoke, the weight of the story became evident. Mark, a victim of circumstances beyond his control, had been unwittingly thrust into a televised spectacle of betrayal. My heart ached for him and the injustices he had endured. "Charlie Brown's Cheaters," the notorious show that specialized in exposing unfaithful partners, had orchestrated a scheme to trap Mark. Jane, driven by her doubt

It didn't matter how she tried to spin the story; the truth was right there. With a little push from me, Cindy's situation spread online. Some might call me ruthless for doing all this to a pregnant woman, but she'd done the same thing to me in my last life. Cindy sobbed before the camera, unable to speak through her tears, but the reporters were merciless. "Ms. Chase, did you check into a hotel with a man who wasn't your husband? The police say that you're under suspicion for illegal dealings. What kind of dealings would that be?"

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

Tyler's voice shook. "What are you talking about? You begged me to help you. You said we'd get married once your startup got funded!" "That was before!" Vivian dropped the sweet act. "Our investors pulled out at the last minute. The company's done. I'm about to go bankrupt. I can't even save myself. Where am I supposed to get money for you?" "You bitch! That's not what you told me!" The recording caught a struggle, then a handbag slamming into a car door.

“His name is Hector Vanderbilt. He used to be a thug and courted me back then, and I managed to cheat him out of $5,000.” “That person has become an owner of a company now. Will he still be able to recognize you?” Cindy replied triumphantly, “It doesn’t matter if he’s able to recognize me or not. Anyway, I was able to cheat him once, and I’ll be able to cheat him again. Besides, he’s such a pure and innocent person, and he’ll believe me as long as I use my words correctly.” The woman did not believe in her. “It’s been a few years, and maybe he’s dated several girlfriends since then. Will he still remember you?”

My gut twisted as I understood what she was alluding to. “So you did cheat on me?” I asked plainly. She gave a dry chuckle, “are you willing to hear my side of the story this time?” I held my breath and answered, “yes.” I needed to know the truth, no matter how bad it hurt. She wiped her face and held my hands, “I went to bed like normal that night and I woke up with who I thought was you, already inside me. It wasn’t until I opened my eyes that I realized it was Gray. I swear I shoved him off! Apparently, he was so drunk he thought I was his prospect he picked up from the bar that night. I mean, saying it out loud, I know the truth sounds ridiculous, but it’s what happened, I swear Roman!”