Novel & Cerita My Whole Life Was A Lie

Why had grandma lied to me my whole life that she was dead? “You lied to me all this years. You deceived me and made me believe my parents were dead. Why did you do such a thing to me? Tell me!” I yelled, angrily wiping the tears that slid down my cheeks. At this point, I didnt know who to believe anymore. It seems like my life has been a lie all along. “She is not your mother, Delilah.” Alma turned towards me, shaking her head softly. “I never lied to you, I love you too much to do that. Your real parents are dead. My kindhearted daughter is gone and this woman right here can never take her place.”

He dragged his palms down his face, looking up at the ceiling, and whispered, "I don't know why you don't believe me, Gianna." "Maybe because you're a lie," I sobbed, "all of this is a lie; all my life, I have been living a lie." I raised my shoulder and dropped it. "I want a quiet life, not all of this." "I made a mistake." "You make too many mistakes," I turned my back to him, "now leave; I want to be alone."

“The life you’ve led so far ceased to exist the moment you spotted me in the woods. In fact, it never existed. Wake up and see with your eyes. Everything you believed in is probably a lie. Your family, your loved ones, your entire past is one big lie.” “You don’t know anything about me,” I whisper in a barely audible, thin voice. “Honey, I suppose I know more about you than you do yourself.” I swallow my saliva, my throat is unbearably dry. My life would be a lie? All the memories? Every joyful moment spent with my parents? Every minute I laughed along with them? Every smile, every hug, every goodnight kiss? He seems to be mocking himself! Still, as much as I wish his words had nothing t

The truth. She locked herself inside her room and thought about everything she’d been through. she traced the timeline of her life from the innocence of her childhood to the day she met Thomas, her charming college boyfriend. It all felt like a lie now. Her whole life. The man she called her father was a lie and the man she loved for years was another deception she lived with too. Every memory was tainted by the realization that her life had been carefully scripted.

Her lies had destroyed my life. I was no wolf, I was not worthy of staying in the pack. I was nobody. I was the freak of the pack. Why would anyone want me? That’s why I meant nothing to others and that’s why didn’t have any friends. All of my years of believing lies led me to this point in my life. My head started aching again and I fell to the ground everything that I ever knew turned out to be a lie, I was living a lie. My whole life was a sham.

Turned out that I was wrong once again. I am nobody. I have nothing. No love, No identity. Now I know why my father hates me so much. Now I see why he despises me. He hates me because I came to this world out of deception. My whole life was a lie. How am I supposed to accept that my whole life was a lie? I lived a lie. My existence is a lie. Nothing is real about me. Dorian only saw me as a way to make up for his uncle's mistakes. He never really loved me.

I was going to be myself and if you don't like it well that's not my problem. I shrugged. "You lied to me, my entire life. I was just like him in every way. You should have prepared me with that truth but instead you hid and you hid it from me. You said you were protecting me but in fact you were suffocating me. Well, this is what I am when I've been hunted and lied to all my life by the two people in this world that were supposed to love and protect me," I said, blinking furiously as my eyes began to burn with tears.

But I was wrong. Half wrong though, he at least laid down his own flesh and blood for the pack. The pains, I thought they would consume me after I woke up, rather all I felt was numbness. I was tired of being reminded a hundred times how dumb and foolish I was. Everything, everything till this day had all been a lie. My father, my mate, my identity. There was not a single truth in my life. My entire life was built and founded on lies. It was bizarre to acknowledge, but my father deserved what he got.

“After everything I’ve been through, after two lifetimes of being used and lied to, I can’t just jump into this with both feet. Can we take this slow?” Even with the truth laid out in front of me, the scars of two lifetimes of being a pawn ran deep. I couldn’t help but wonder… was this just another bet? Another game?

Sometimes, late at night, I still think about that size-S blouse. It was like Pandora's box—once opened, it revealed every ugly, filthy truth buried in my marriage. But I don't regret it. Some truths, no matter how ugly and filthy, are cleaner than living inside a beautifully woven lie.