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With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

Celine smiled but belatedly asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, Noelle, why are you divorcing your husband? Divorce is not something so trivial. I just hope it's not something you will regret later on.” Noelle was drinking water. She gulped it down and replied, “My husband has a mistress. They have been in a relationship for seven years now. I had no idea until earlier this year.” “My whole marriage was a lie,” Noelle added. “And now he has turned our son against me, making him favor his mistress. I don’t even know if I can get custody.” “That’s terrible,” Celine frowned. Serena unwittingly glanced at her brother. She saw how Silas’s grip on his utensils tightened. Then Silas’s gaze darkene

It was a commitment to choose each other every day, to remain faithful even when things became difficult, and to love someone wholeheartedly. And she had believed Jared was that person. He was the man she had chosen. The man she had trusted with her heart, her dreams, and the future she had carefully imagined for them. She had never questioned his love or doubted his intentions. Whenever he held her hand, kissed her forehead, or whispered that he loved her, she believed every word. Why wouldn't she? He was her husband. The man she had promised to love for the rest of her life. But sometimes, the cruelest lies are the ones hidden behind the most beautiful promises. And sometimes, the person y

"Doesn't that bother you? That your whole family protects people by lying to them?" "Every day." He said it fast, like it had been sitting there waiting. "Every single day it bothers me." "Then why does everyone keep doing it anyway? You, Adrian, your father, Eleanor standing there smiling at my wedding like none of this was happening underneath her. Somebody in this family decided a long time ago that lying was the same thing as love, and I married into that without ever being told the rules." "You're right." "I don't want you to agree with me. I want you to explain to me why it keeps happening."

So, when Hubert used an April Fools' joke to openly bring his latest affair into the light, I wasn't surprised at all. I simply lowered my gaze and counted silently in my head. This marked the thirtieth. In the eight years we had been married, I dealt with twenty-nine affairs for him. This was the thirtieth. Just then, the system's voice echoed in my mind. [Host, a target has spoken a lie with complete sincerity. Would you like to activate the Lies Come True System's authority?] [Once confirmed, the target will die in a car accident three days from now.]

I was drawn to his bright, handsome face and insisted on getting his contact information. We dated for two years. On the day he proposed, he swore to me, “Elysia, you are the only woman I will ever love. No matter what happens, I will always trust you and never hurt you.” After marriage, he truly treated me well, doting on me in every possible way. Together, we took out loans to build a maritime rescue company. That was also where he supposedly died in an accident. I never expected it all to be part of his deception.

Admitting David was my husband would blow up my entire lie the moment Anthony looked deeper. "No," I said, turning back with a cool, measured tone. "That was David. He is my next-door neighbor. He's very fond of Ben and was nice enough to bring an umbrella." Anthony’s hazel eyes narrowed into sharp slits. "And your husband?" "I already told you," I lied smoothly, keeping my voice utterly devoid of emotion. "My husband is currently away on an extended business trip in Europe. That is why David helped us." The explanation clearly didn't sit right with him—his jaw flexed, a shadow of deep suspicion crossing his features. But he didn't push the lie further. Instead, his gaze darkened. "And what

When I was three months pregnant, my husband, Caleb Hawthorne, claimed the pregnancy was interfering with our sex life. He had his secretary, who was also his childhood sweetheart, give me $500 to get an abortion. So I ran away, still carrying his child. The next time I saw Caleb was five years later. He had just donated $300 million to the city's children's hospital. Meanwhile, I was working odd jobs in the hospital cafeteria, with my daughter by my side.

She couldn't help but say, “The same faithful man you even killed.” He blinked. “Has he lied to you after killing your father, Delilah? I'd never do something like that to Judas.” He shrugged, filling up her ears but she trusted her husband more now. “Liar,” she hissed. “He never lied to me.” He scoffed. “He's even better than me in lying,” he muttered. “Well, now we won't talk about your plague of a dead husband. Let's have breakfast together,” he said, holding her hand and forcing her to sit beside him.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de