Romans & histoires Stop Lying To Me

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

Stop this! "You're lying," I tell him. "There has to be more. You're hiding something from me." "I am not!" I apply even more pressure. Any more will break his bones. With a scream, he shouts out that he will reveal everything to me. "Alright! I quit!"

"Tell me why, why did they start?" He swallows the bite of food he had taken. "I don't know." I could tell right away he's lying, so much for talking about things. It's pointless if he's just going to lie about it. Unfortunately for him, I'm determined and I'm not just going to let this slide with me. "You're lying." I called him out. "If you want me to open up you need to actually talk to me, stop bullshitting me or this will never work."

“You just said you haven’t felt any pain.” “I lied.” His gaze searched mine urgently. “Why?” I raised a shoulder in a small shrug. “Why should I tell you the truth? We’re practically strangers.” I saw the flinch before he could hide it. A small movement, but it was there. He swallowed heavily. “Fair enough. I deserve that.” I slumped into my seat, suddenly unwilling to continue arguing with him. “How do I stop it?” “You can’t.” He said. “You must let it run its course.”

he starts, "I tried to convince myself that I hate you when you left. I wanted to hate you so bad for it because you destroyed every piece of me. "So I told myself that I hated you every day, everytime I thought of you, but I knew it was meaningless. I fucking knew that it was all just a fucking lie, going to rip me inside out, yet I still did it. I'm ready to stop this fucking lying to myself now, I think. "So we should take it slow, I need to start being what you need me to be. So I'm asking you, if I stop smoking, would you take me back?"

When I just want to tell him the truth, but I don't want him to hate me and ask me more questions. I keep going while shaking my head and looking at him with pained eyes. "Would you please believe me, Zach... please?" I'm begging him, and now tears are running down my cheeks. As I started to cry, my temple started to throb. It's almost killing me now, and my eyelids are getting heavy, but I'm forcing myself to stay awake.

“Everything changed. Harrison’s in the hospital. Estelle’s there. The house of lies you and Claire built is falling apart whether any of us want it to or not. I can’t carry this anymore. I literally, physically cannot do it anymore.” “So you’re calling me to—what? Confess? Unburden yourself? How very noble of you.” “I’m calling you because it’s time to stop.” “Stop,” Lyndsey repeated drily. “Stop what, exactly? Stop breathing? Stop existing? Stop being the woman everyone in this story wishes would disappear?” “Stop lying,” I said bluntly. “Stop protecting Claire. Stop protecting yourself. Tell the truth.” A sound came through the phone that I couldn’t immediately identify.

He asked, looking up at me, his expression a mix of hope and despair. I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure myself. “But it starts with being honest—with me, with your dad, with whoever can help. You can’t keep lying, Liam. It’s only making things worse.” “I can't tell my dad about this Mia, you know how he is, he'll skin me alive. I can't also tell his lawyer or anyone close to him, they're all his loyal rats.” He explained, biting his nails. “I'll try and look for someone to help, for now stop searching for that money.” I insisted, my voice firm.

I shrugged my heart hurting from telling her so many lies. For so many reasons, I just wanted to give up and tell her the truth, make her understand, and just explain everything to her from the beginning but no matter what, I am after all bound by a contract. "I have to go now but I promise to reach out if anything comes up" I dismissed. I can’t hear Julain's voice anymore meaning he should be done with his call. "You'd better do" I forced a smile," I will" "Okay then, have fun" she beamed.

“Remember Paris?” I closed my eyes briefly. “Stop.” “You said you trusted me.” “Stop.” “You said I understood you.” “Lisa.” “You said I was the only one who saw the real you.” I walked around the desk. “Stop trying to get into my head.” “Why?” she asked quietly. “Because it’s working?” “It’s not.” She stepped closer. “You’re lying.” “I’m not.” “You are.” Her hand touched my arm. I didn’t move. “You can pretend all you want,” she whispered.