Inconceivable Truth Podcast Novels & Stories

Ethan leaned against the bedroom door, also staring at me coolly. Vivian came in behind them, her eyes glued to my luggage, unable to hide her glee. For a moment, I wanted to tell the truth. But then I remembered Damian's impatience at the hospital, the cruel words he had uttered. "If it's something unimportant like that, you don't need to tell us." Suddenly, I just didn't feel like explaining anymore. That way, when I left, I could at least pretend they just didn't know, not that they didn't care.

she asked, still boasting. I laughed out loud. "Not for much longer, you won't be." Right after I said that, Rebecca's phone rang. It was her assistant. "Ms. Harris, you wanted me to shut down the Jones family's finances within an hour, but I've just found out they're worth over a hundred billion. They're the richest family in the country. What you're asking is impossible."

I drifted beside Gabriella, watching her from behind. For the first time, I realized she seemed to have aged overnight. The next morning, every seat in the largest press room at the Gakoli Police Department was taken. Gabriella didn't start with her usual official opening remarks. She swept her gaze across the room in silence. "Today, on behalf of the Gakoli Police Department, I'm here to tell everyone the truth about the alleged defection of Victor Patton five years ago.

He just don't want to admit at that he messed up on this. "Trust this only thing left after you removed all the impossible. Then this thing must be the final product of what you've processed. Do not think for the other possibility.for the truth must be accepted, even if it breaks your emotions down," the chairman said. "That's my advice for you, dear future detectives." He was already giving advice. I must say he have hit some parts in my emotions. The truth was sweet for some, but sometimes it tastes bitter for someone who have suffered.

A pause. Marcus: I expect consequences. For both of us. Me: Then face them. Like I am. No reply comes. --- The podcast drops at 7:12 a.m. By 8:00, my phone is buzzing nonstop. Unknown numbers. Emails from journalists. Messages from strangers thanking me or questioning my motives. By 9:00, I’m trending online. #NeurofixScandal. #SophiaMitchellTruth. Some people call me brave. Others call me a liar. A pawn. A woman scorned.

“Who are you trying to fool? My wife is perfectly healthy! How could she possibly be dead? I just saw her two days ago…” Yet right in the middle of snapping back at the supposed scam caller, a cold shiver ran through him. He swept his gaze over the room, then turned toward the wall — the one stained with blood. Suddenly, his mouth felt dry. He shook his head. “No… impossible, it can’t be… She’s fine, she can’t possibly…” he muttered. On the other end of the line, the caller had completely run out of patience. “Ugh, another clueless family member. Imagine — your own wife’s dead and you don’t even know.”

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

oh right, he had never fallen in love before so chances are he doesn’t know what it felt like to be in love. “What if you find out somehow that Paul isn’t who he says, May be he’s a fraud or maybe he lied to you from the very beginning”? Sarah remained silent at his question; she had no answer to give him. The thought of Paul being a fraud, lying to her or even cheating on her made her brain hurt. On the other table, Niklause tried hard to start off a conversation with Allison while she just remained quiet. He fiddled with words in his head, picking the ones he felt were most suitable for the atmosphere.

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch