Ten Years One Lie Novels & Stories

I toss the broken picture into the trash and straighten, smoothing my hair again. Tonight is just the beginning. Ethan will come home. He’ll be angry. Hurt. Confused. And I’ll be there. Cooking. Listening. Understanding. I’ll cry for him. I’ll tell him how sorry I am. I’ll tell him Lena fooled us all. And he’ll believe me. Because the lie only needs one thing to grow. Time. And I’ve been waiting since I was ten.

“It has been alleged that your marriage was built on deception. That you misled not only the pack, but this entire council.” I did not react immediately. Instead, I allowed a slow breath to leave my lungs. “And where,” I asked calmly, “did you obtain such news?” Before the elder could respond, Leonard stepped forward. “Does it matter?” he said smoothly. “The fact is, you lied.” I turned my head toward him slowly. For a moment, I simply looked at him. Then I laughed. “Very well,” I said casually. “Leonard stole ten million from my pack’s treasury.”

He said in a trembling voice, "I hated her for leaving me out of a desire for money back then… Everything I did was for the sake of hearing her say that she still loved me and cared about me…" Vivi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Love?" "10 years, Chester. 10 whole years. In the past 10 years, when did Yuna stop showing you love? She's loved you every minute and every second of your time together. Did you deserve it? How could you have deserved over 10 years of Yuna's love?" She wasn't willing to waste any more time speaking with him and promptly drove him out of her bar. He suddenly recalled that in the 10 years he'd been married to me, he had never once had a proper conversation with me.

“I’ve spent ten years, Hailey. Ten years trying to find my way back to you. She is nothing but a ghost of the girl you used to be.” The words didn’t make sense but they hit me anyway. “Ten years.” The number echoed inside my skull, hollow and loud, colliding with everything I thought I knew. His grip tightened against the wall beside my head, not touching me but close enough that the threat of it hummed in the air. “You’re lying,” I said, though my voice betrayed me, breathier than I intended. His eyes darkened. “About what.” “About all of it,” I snapped. “About me, about her. About—” I broke off sharply, swallowing hard. “You don’t get to rewrite history just because I caught you.”

Friday, I think. One step at a time. One performance at a time. One lie at a time, until the lies start to feel like the truth.

Neither of them spoke right away. Finally Sophia said, “This is what I meant.” Dominic nodded. “I know.” Sophia looked at him. “It doesn’t stay contained.” Dominic exhaled. “No… it doesn’t.” Sophia leaned back in her chair. “One lie turns into ten.” Dominic sat beside her. “And then everything falls apart.” Sophia looked out into the dark. “Exactly.” Dominic reached for her hand. “We stayed out of it.” Sophia squeezed his hand. “We stayed clean.”

And for some reason that scared me more. He looked back at the crowd. “She says it's not a contract.” A few students exchanged glances, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. Alexandre continued. “So, Natalie, tell them what you want them to believe.” I turned to the crowd. “It was never a contract nor was it a lie. I love Leonardo and I chose to be with him.” “So Leonardo didn't buy your loyalty?” I glanced at Alexandre. “He didn't.” “Are you with him because you have to be?”

That is such a terrible lie. "I'm not lying." "You are, you've had your wolf even before I came to visit Grandpa ten years ago, and you've been transitioning well since then so stop lying." She chuckled, picking up her makeup brush again. "Well, nobody knows that except you so..." "You are unbelievable." I spat, staring at her in disgust. She really would lie about her nature just to belong here? Apparently, ten years hadn't changed anything about her at all, she was still the same selfish self centered mummy's girl I had known from ten years ago

By eight, the lie had already been dressed, polished, and sent out into every inbox that mattered. Freeda saw it before she finished her first sip of coffee, the words stabbing sharper than a knife because they weren’t just wrong—they were framed to look inevitable, as if her life needed public choreography she hadn’t agreed to. Teni stepped in, carrying a folded printout, hands taut around it, as if it held live wires. “Don’t get angry at me,” she said, voice precise, measured.

She looked at my tight jaw, sighed, and handed me a tissue. "You saw everything?" I nodded. "Thanks." "It's nothing," Fiona said, waving it off awkwardly. "I just thought it wasn't fair to you. Natasha… Never mind. Just don't take it too hard." I forced a small smile. "I'm fine. Really." But how could I be fine? Ten years of love had just collapsed in front of me. The woman I loved had lied to me for a decade, and the friends I trusted had been laughing at me behind my back the whole time.