Ten Years One Lie Novels & Stories

ANDERA. TEN YEARS LATER. It all started with our divorce. Lies. Betrayals. Regrets. Revenge. And somehow—redemption. It led us here. Ten years later, to where we’re supposed to be. Together. Timmy and I are curled under a wide umbrella, tucked into two folding chairs with a cooler between us. The shade casts long shadows across the sand. “Daddy, stop it,” Tiffany whined. She stood not too far from the shoreline in a sundress, her hair in a ponytail; Thane continued leveling a death glare at the teenage boy who approached Tiffany.

"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

"Can I help you?" "Ari, don't be mad. Hear me out," he rushed out. "What happened with Iris was an accident. I've already thought it through on the way here—I'll send both of them abroad immediately. They'll never come back for the rest of their lives. You won't have to worry about anything else. This is my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you, and I shouldn't have gone behind your back with her… but I know how wrong I am now. There's really nothing between us. You're my one and only. Please don't misunderstand!" What a ridiculous excuse. What cheap love.

I looked away from him and turned back to the camera, continuing, "In such a short period, sales have already hit 7,000. If we reach 22,000 sales and 20 million likes, I'll lay out everything about this family. "For starters, we have a freeloading PhD holder who lived off a woman for ten years. Next, we have a status-hungry sister-in-law and a paralyzed mother. Oh, and don't forget the PhD holder's junior, with whom he's having an affair. I can even tell you about the freeloading guy spending 3.84 million dollars in ten years! "All of this is what I personally experienced. I swear that if I'm lying, may the heavens strike me dead!"

I stayed hidden in the storage room for what felt like forever, my back pressed against the cold wall, my phone still recording in my trembling hand. David’s fingers were wrapped around the door handle. He had heard my sob. He was coming. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it through the wood. My legs felt like they would collapse at any second. Ten years of lies flashed through my mind in those terrifying moments. Ten years I had believed he was helpless. Ten years I had sacrificed everything. And now he was right there, healthy and strong, about to catch me spying on him.

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.

“I want to listen to your explanation now.” “Declan!” Luna raised her voice. She sounded angry that I had exposed her lie. “Can you stop being this difficult? “I told you I just need another two weeks. What else do you want from me?” She was the one who lied to me, but she made it seem like I was being unreasonable. I felt sad for myself. I found the whole thing ridiculous. The woman that I had loved for ten years had lied to me for three years. She had treated me like a complete idiot as she abused my trust.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

After my miscarriage left me depressed, I stood on the rooftop the day I discovered my cheating husband was having an affair with my best friend. My best friend, Natalie Smith, regretted it so much that she slashed her own face with a knife before leaving the country. To make me feel safe, my husband, Steven Palmer, had a tracking device installed on himself. Every time he came home, he would hand me his phone. Even if he was only leaving for five minutes, he would always video-call me and tell me where he was. But when I became pregnant again and went to the hospital to start my prenatal records, I suddenly received a video call from myself ten years in the future. I stared at the woman on

Ten seconds. Fiona looked at the two cases locked against her body, then at Kennedy’s gray face, then at the thinning trees where the operators would appear in the final rush. The official story of her tenth birthday had been a lie written before the first round was fired. The materials in her arms proved it. The people who had ordered that lie were now thirty meters away under an open kill order that no longer recognized any restraint. She had not carried the truth this far to set it on the ground because a calm voice offered to make the rest of them irrelevant. Five seconds.