Ten Years One Lie Novels & Stories

After celebrating our tenth anniversary, my wife suddenly drops her ring into my palm. "Don't you feel like our life has gotten pretty boring? Maybe we should just get a divorce."

In the fifth year of our marriage, my wife, Delphine Dorsett, started keeping a notebook just about me. She called it the ‘Lie Ledger’. She said my biggest flaw was that I loved to lie. When I said her father had switched out my medication, she logged it. When I said her younger sister had secretly been using my bank card, she logged it. When I said our chef had snuck peanuts into my food, which I was allergic to, she logged that too. Delphine said, "Harvey, once this log hits a hundred lies, we're getting a divorce. Don't say I didn't warn you." After that, I started to explain myself less and less. One day, I tumbled down the stairs. I cut my side where it slammed into the steps, and

"I'm not seeing anyone else. That call was-regarding something else." She'd never known him to lie, not up until last week anyway when she'd found out the past ten years had been false. According to him, it was one lie, just about his alter ego, but how could she be sure? "You don't need to make excuses. I won't break. If you need to get it somewhere else-"

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

The evidently impatient honks are the first thing I hear the second I walk out of the mansion. I sigh in annoyance. Even given the fact that I'm eighteen, my parents refuse sternly to let me take driving lessons or to let me own a car. They believe that teenagers are nothing but reckless and take advantage of every situation so until I'm off to college, there will be no cars for me.

“Once you tell that first lie, you can’t ever be trusted again.” “What are you talking about, Dad? Are you talking about that car thing twenty years ago?” “One lie’s all it takes.” “I’ve told you a thousand times I didn’t take that car. Ten thousand times. I even proved it to you. What the hell’s it going to take to get you to believe me?” “They had a witness.” “It wasn’t me! I was taking a photograph on the other side of town. I had a witness. I couldn’t have been there.”

"Let's hear it." "I don't remember." Aster didn't believe this. "Hey hey tell me. I won't tell anyone." "I don't remember, I told you." "You remember stuff that's not important like the day your brother ate the most chocolate and you didn't get any. So you are lying." Lia was speechless. Sometimes knowing a person is deadly. "How about we exchange secrets? I'll tell you mine." "Fine, you first." "I have been crushing on a girl for five years."

He nodded then we went and sit on the couch. I continue watching the movies with them and an hour later, I check the time again which says 11:05 "I'm gonna go to the bathroom" I lied then walked the way to the bathroom. I stopped and glance at them then saw no one looking and went the other way. I have lied a lot because of all this surprise thing. It makes me feel so bad. The bag that I have the gifts in are not plastic bags so it won't make sound but the wrapping will so I had to slowly pick it up then tip toed to the backyard.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END