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He looked me in the eye, catalogued the fear there and saw how small he had become. “I trusted you,” I said quietly with a shed of tear in my eye. “You broke that trust.” Mike tried to speak. “L-Lucas, I-.” “You'll make this right,” I told him with a faint smile. His relief was immediate and foolish. He started explaining how he would transfer back funds, how he would confess to contacts and cut ties. He was still playing for reprieve. I cut him off with my hand. “Goodbye Mike,” I whispered.

Her voice struck me like lightning. It was Mom's voice! My heart drummed, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. With half of my face hidden behind the sunglasses, I immediately tried to escape but found myself frozen on the spot. "Cindy, is that you?" Paula asked in a trembling voice as she made her way over. Her eyes, filled with expectations and pain, stared straight at me as if she could see my vulnerable soul through my sunglasses. Eden froze on the spot; she stared blankly at the scene that unfurled, not knowing how to respond. Her shock had turned into disbelief.

Either to protect you… or to protect them from you. I froze. Dangerous. That word rattled around in my skull like a loose bullet. “I’ll give you all the time in the world, please, look into my birth. No matter how long it takes, I want the truth.” My thumbs trembled as I hit send. [ Understood, Ma’am.] I tossed my phone onto the space beside me and pressed my fingers against my temples. My instincts screamed that I was standing at the edge of something massive. Would the truth make or break me?

Fuck. She looked like fire and elegance wrapped in gold. Her dress caught the light with every movement, fluid and commanding. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands had broken free, curling around her face like they had minds of their own. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, unapologetic and sure. The room went quiet. And then she began. “I didn’t write this book to tell a love story,” she said, voice steady, sure. “Not the kind that ends in roses and rainbows. I wrote it to tell the truth—about trauma, about betrayal, about choosing someone even after the damage.”

"I can't believe you'd want to harm him! Tell me you had a reason, any reason. Just speak, and I'll believe you!" James's voice broke as he shouted at me. His eyes were red with a desperate need for a different truth. All eyes were on me. I locked eyes with James, my voice steady and challenging. "Isn't that a question you should be asking yourself? "You're the one who killed Brian, after all."

I clenched my fists as I saw Kate document countless other girls who'd been through the same thing. A cheating man and a deceitful woman. When the world started admiring their "perfect love story," the hacker I hired would expose Kate's secrets, including to the people from Kate's hospital, the Diller family's neighbors, Jack's colleagues, and finally, our wedding planners. Just when everyone was praising their love, they would find out about me—an innocent woman tricked into marriage, pushed aside by her in-laws, coerced into surgery, and now the target of slander as Jack's ex-wife.

My vision began to fade. A Soul Walker rushed forward, forcing his hands apart and placing a lunar breathing mask on me. Cold mist filled my lungs, making me cough violently. Darian stepped back, staring at his trembling hands. His expression shifted from shock to confusion, then to fear, and finally to a collapse I had never seen before. Through the fog, I watched him and a faint smile curved my lips. Darian, this is the truth you sought so desperately. Are you satisfied? A sudden gasp came from the audience.

She had gone in knowing that, which was why she had arrived eleven minutes early and why she had left the notepad he'd provided untouched and why she had written only what was exactly true and nothing that could be worked with strategically. The truth was not strategic. That was its particular power. You could not negotiate with a true thing. You could only accept it or refuse it, and the cost of refusal was paid in the person's own interior rather than in any external arena. What she had left on the table was not an ultimatum. It was the truth about what was required. And truth, once spoken clearly into a person's awareness, did not simply leave when they walked away from it. It stayed. She

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

Suddenly, the silver ring inside Greg’s pocket slipped out and hit the floor with a clink. Greg stopped in his tracks, and a distant memory suddenly surfaced in his foggy mind. “Greg, if there comes a day when I give this ring back to you, it means we are truly over. When that day comes, I hope you can accept my decision peacefully, and then live out the rest of your life well.” The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Clutching the ring tightly, Greg let out a hoarse, agonizing cry.