His Hers And The Truth Novels & Stories

“I’m your wife, Nico. Or at least, I’m supposed to be. And you’re still seeing her.” He said nothing, the silence confirming my suspicions. The truth hung between us, thick and suffocating, a testament to the hollowness of our marriage. The gilded cage had finally cracked, revealing the rot beneath. And I, for the first time, felt a flicker of hope, a dangerous, exhilarating possibility that maybe, just maybe, I could finally break free.

Would she hate us? That can't happen! She's our light and princess; we're nothing without her. She's the glue to our family and holds us together. I sighed and decided not to overthink it; we'll tell her when the time comes and when it's right. But until then, the truth stays hidden.

—---------------- A week later… Maha Lakshmi revealed all the truths to the police. She was sent to a female prison. But she starts beating everyone in the cell. She tells everyone she was the wife of the richest person. Then Harish Chandra goes to her and bails her out after a week she was put in prison.

She turned to her screen and began typing with the quiet efficiency of someone who never needed to narrate competence. I waited. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was learning Greyson wasn’t a woman of many words either. I found myself wondering who she’d been before this job. And what it took to earn her trust. After a moment, she paused, eyes scanning. “It should resolve,” she said. “Try again.” That was it. No explanation. No reassurance. And certainly no acknowledgment that anything unusual had happened. I nodded. “Thank you.” Back at my desk, the dashboard loaded instantly. Responsive. Exactly as it should have been.

she continued. My chest tightened. “No,” I said. Her smile deepened slightly. “It’s not instinct,” she said. “Then what is it?” I asked. She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering just enough to make every word land heavier. “It’s recognition,” she said. A sharp chill ran through me. “Recognition of what?” I asked. Her eyes held mine. Unmoving. Unblinking. “Of the truth your body has always known,” she said. Silence filled the room.

She had to find a way to prove her honesty and salvage her relationship with Adrien, even as her heart ached with disappointment and betrayal. Hera's voice echoed through the throne hall as she wove her web of deceit. "Adrien, I must tell you the truth," she continued with a sinister glint in her eyes. "I caught Lisa selling the dress she claimed to have misplaced. She was trying to hide the money for herself, betraying your trust. She really doesn’t respect you, she just wants to hurt you by any means and also do whatever she wishes to do." Lisa stood there, shocked beyond words. This was not what she was expecting at all. She had hoped for a chance to explain, to come clean about the dress

Everything that comes next depends on whether she chooses to remain here with me— or whether she discovers the truths I’ve buried beneath this house. Because some truths demand sacrifice. Some truths demand loyalty. Some truths are sealed in blood. And hers… Hers is the one drop that changes everything.

She looked at me 'Mine is lust; yours is love. 'They are easy to confuse you know.' 'Nah, not really anyways do you get a burning rage when other people touch me?' 'No.' 'Lie.' 'Do you want to kill anyone that looks at me in a sexual way?' 'No.' 'Lie.' 'Do you want-' I cut her off 'Get me out of this now.' 'No.....Truth.' she said as is she was a hilarious comedian. 'So, I am going to leave.' she said while glancing at me and then walking towards the door.

But one thing was clear The truth wasn’t dead. It was hunting. And it had just found her.

What if he wasn’t ready for it? “You hesitate,” Aynur’s voice came softly, pulling him from his thoughts. Her eyes glowed like twin moons as she studied his face. Kalias clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “I’m not afraid of the truth, Goddess. I just don’t see how knowing it will help me reclaim what was taken.” “The truth will set you free,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “Your enemy is not just Hera. It never has been.” Kalias scoffed, his wolf-like eyes narrowing. “You keep talking in riddles, Aynur. If there’s more to this, just say it. I’ve spent enough time in the dark.”