I Can Deny It No Longer Novels & Stories

He shook his head in denial and I stomped my feet in defeat. "Okay but I have one condition."

He added. "No," I said in denial. " It's not true, you are lying," I added. "No man has ever…" I stopped my sentence right there, remembering the one-night stand I had with the stranger, on the night I was rejected. "No man has ever what?" Justin asked, his eyes filled with rage.

she called. Blake looked at me. “So,” he said softly. “We deny everything?” My chest felt tight. If we say yes, we erase our past. If we say no, we risk everything we built. “They want us to say there was never anything,” I whispered. He nodded. “Was there?” he asked gently. The question stole my breath. Because the answer wasn’t simple. Not then. Not now. “Yes,” I said finally. His eyes closed briefly. “Then denying it…” His voice trailed off.

"It isn't." And the deliberateness of the non-denial, the specific honesty of choosing not to lie about the existence of what he would not discuss, landed in my chest with the weight of all the filed things pressing down on it simultaneously. He had not denied it. He had simply declined to discuss it. Which was its own form of confirmation, delivered by a man who understood that I already knew and had decided that pretending otherwise was beneath the level of management the situation currently required. "I can't stay here forever," I said, and my voice came out quieter than I intended.

He looked back. "Do not tell her," he said. "I am not going to tell her," I said. "Or him," he said. Meaning Dane. "I am not going to tell anyone," I said. "But Kade. It is a pull. It does not go away on its own." "I know that," he said. "I am hoping it figures itself out." "That is not how it works," I said. "I know that too," he said. "I am choosing to be in denial about it for the time being."

I asked. It didn’t respond to me immediately. “You know who I am.” it said, "You're just in denial." “I don’t,” I said quickly. “You do.” “I don’t.” “Then say the name you’re avoiding.” My stomach tightened. “I’m not avoiding anything.” “You are.” “I’m not.” “Then say it.” “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “You do.” I shook my head as I resumed pacing again. “This is ridiculous.” “Is it?”

So, I called the hospital security and had him kicked out of the room. Once that noisy pest was gone, silence finally returned to the ward. Lillian looked incredibly frail and devastated as she stared at me. "You must be happy to see me end up like this, huh?" I shook my head. "A dying person's words are usually sincere. I believe you've realized your mistakes." Her face lit up. "Will you forgive me, Daniel?" I shook my head yet again. There were some things that just couldn't be forgiven.

So, I forced myself through seven long years until now, when I finally managed to break free. "Lucas, I'm willing to go abroad with you. I won't care about Ronald anymore. Please forgive me one more time, okay?"

All those promises of forever were destroyed by a few fake photos. My chest burned, and tears kept streaming down. "She still has the nerve to cry?" "Cheating and then playing the victim. Pathetic." The whispers around me grew louder. I used to carry myself with dignity and pride in front of everyone, never shedding a tear. Now, it was all over.

"It's okay, dear. We can always have another baby. As long as you're by my side—" I slapped him hard across the cheek. "I don't want to repeat myself. Aldrich Lohan, you and I are over. We're done. Also, this is my company. And now, I'm ordering you to get out of my office building. Otherwise, I'm going to call security." Aldrich looked like he had just been slapped into a daze. I used to be soft and gentle with him, putting up with everything he did to me. I had never once rebelled against him, let alone slapped him on the cheek.