Our Lie In April Novels & Stories

I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh. My gaze sweeps through the apartment. I decorated this place. It was supposed to be our home. It was an engagement gift from our parents. We moved in right after the party. Soon, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Tristian’s. I put on my mask of indifference. He can’t know how much he hurt me. Relaxing into the sofa, I take another sip of my wine. He comes into view—only a robe and slides on, like nothing is out of place.

April smiled and and she meant it even though she wasn't fine tonight…she will be fine eventually. Lauren nodded slowly. "Your room is still the way you left it but the towels are on the rail” "Okay…." April stood. She paused for a second at the edge of the couch. "You promised not to tell my mom and sister but you broke your promise.” “April…” “I'm not going to talk about it tonight. But I'm not done with it either."April interrupted and went in. "I’m sorry," Lauren said quietly but April had closed the door softly behind her.

With his hands and feet tied, he inched his way forward bit by bit. While crawling, Theo said out loud, “Dean, I’m sorry! I was wrong! “I shouldn’t have lied about your sister and left her to die. It was wrong of me to switch out the ashes and have your mother’s ashes dumped in the water. “It’s all my fault. Giselle and Palmer are not involved. It’s all on me.” With the truth out, Giselle and Palmer looked at the stairwell with hopeful eyes. They stood in anticipation for the man who had always stood by them.

The thought sent a chill down my spine. No matter what the truth turned out to be, Heidi was undoubtedly more complicated than she appeared. Throughout the years she spent away from home, she must have gone through countless experiences that shaped who she had become. Realizing I hadn't responded, the police officer on the line reassured me, "Don't worry, Ms. Limebear. I'll keep investigating this matter. If any new information comes to light, I'll contact you immediately." "Thanks," I said quietly before ending the call. I began mentally sorting through the long list of enemies my family had accumulated over the years.

"Laila, I didn't lie to you. April and I are not engaged. I didn't buy that ring." "Jordan," April hissed, "we literally just talked about how this is what's best for all of us." "April, will you please let me talk to Laila?" "I will when you stop acting like I'm nothing!" April snapped. "I'm the one standing by your side while some crazy psycho spreads lies about you. I even gave up Cancun!" "Crazy psycho?" Laila repeated calmly, though her pulse thundered. "Why exactly is she a crazy psycho?"

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”

It took me extra seconds to realize I was gawking at him. Oh My God. I quickly looked away in embarrassment, releasing my pent-up breath. Jesus. What the heck, Willow? He laughed. It was a husky, croaky sound. “Where's April?” “She…uh…she had to go home with some friends. A group project.” Those were the lies April made me memorize just in case her Father asked about her. “And you? Why didn't you go with them?” I looked at him. Something about the question felt so genuine that it almost had me tearing up.

I picked up my phone to check my messages. There was a missed call and a text—both from Tracy. The timestamp said it was sent just after midnight. I opened the message, and what I read hit me like a punch to the chest. [Honey, Mr. Booth asked me to go on a business trip with him to Joselton. I'll probably be gone for three or four days. Take care of yourself, okay? Don't skip breakfast. Love, Tracy] Tracy had left for a trip last night? Then who the hell was the woman lying behind me right now?

"That you've been screwing my fiancé behind my back? That you've been lying to me for God knows how long?" Jake moved toward me, arms outstretched like he thought I'd let him touch me. "It just happened," he said, pleading. "It was a mistake. I didn't mean to hurt you." "A mistake?" I laughed, the sound sharp and bitter. "This isn't a mistake, Jake. This is betrayal. You destroyed everything." The room spun, I stared at the floor, the shards of glass from the whiskey bottle catching the low light, I felt numb and unable to move. My stepmother stepped forward, her voice low.