I Heard The Story Novels & Stories

I snorted coldly and replied, “You can’t do something bad and expect no one to ever find out. A baby suddenly shows up out of nowhere right in front of me? Of course, I was going to get suspicious. “You thought you were being perfect. But honestly, I could find out the truth easily if I were to just investigate.” To be honest, I was really not that sharp. I had always been carefree, and I did not fuss over small matters. In our five years of marriage, I had never once considered the possibility that he would cheat on me. If I had not inexplicably heard the inner thoughts of his illegitimate baby, I probably would have really fallen for his scheme. However, the fact that I could hear a baby’s

It’s patient. I’m done lying to myself.

"I want to see the ocean. In our previous life, you said you would take me there, but we never did. The dark apartment was so far, far away from the sea." "Once I feel better, I'll take you, sweetheart." "Then, I want to bring Mr. Hudson as well. He's never seen the ocean. And Grandpa, too. The last time Grandpa went to the sea, Grandma was still alive. He told me she loved seafood. Then, he stopped talking." "How do you know all that?" "I heard it while I was in your tummy. Grandpa talked to Grandma's picture every day. He said the apples were ripe. He said I was growing new teeth. He said the family business was doing better this year than last year. I remember everything Grandpa said."

Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Two years later, I was pregnant again. Time seemed to have passed by so quickly. Sometimes Horace would ask me, "How many years do I have left?" See? He was sharp, too. Just because he didn't ask often didn't mean he couldn't sense something was off. When he asked, I'd answer, "Only tomorrow. You should hurry up. When you're gone, I'll use your money to fill the house with young men. You know I could do it, right?"

And wrote: *“The boy who hurt me didn’t get the last word. The one who stayed silent had to listen. And the one I’m still learning to trust… stood beside me while I faced them both. This story doesn’t belong to the people who tried to steal it anymore. It belongs to me.”*

As I narrated the tale, I could see their eyes widening in amazement, captivated by the events that unfolded. Sydney sat there, quietly listening, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she absorbed every word. It was the first time she had heard about my past, the challenges I faced, and the journey that had led me to this point. As our eyes met, I saw a newfound understanding and connection between us, a shared experience of vulnerability and trust. As the story came to an end, Sydney's siblings were enthralled, their young minds filled with wonder and curiosity. They asked questions, and I gladly answered, feeling a sense of warmth in sharing a piece of my life with them.

Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful. "I grew up hearing a lot of stories like that." I hesitated, leaning back and her brow arched in curiosity. "Want to hear one?" I let my thumb press into a particularly tight spot on her foot. Her lips parted slightly, "Is this one of your business ventures in disguise?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not this time." "Alright." She said, settling back against the cushions. "Tell me." I took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly. "There was a boy. He grew up in a big family—siblings running all over the place, laughter always in the air."

Their lives weren't as horrible as mine and I am glad. "There is much to know, Abel. I doubt that you have time to hear it all now," Mother replies. "And I too am curious about all the stories I have heard. We would need a day to tell it all." The Stories she has heard, I wonder how many are good, and how many are as bad as my life has been before now. "What have you heard?" I ask. A smirk curves on her lips. "About you and the Empress, so much that I doubt it all can be -"

He pulled me closer towards him and I could feel the heat from his armor. "I was passing by, however I heard you telling the children a very interesting tale. I came here to ask you about the story." He said. I looked away when he asked about the story. I wonder how much of the story he heard because I don't want to explain to him about what happens in the future. "Oh, is that so? How much of the story did you hear?" I asked.