The Lies Between Us Novels & Stories

“You didn’t put your hands on me in the way you’re thinking. We had an argument. We disagreed. It happens in every relationship. I’m fine. Nothing happened last night.” For the first time since waking, he looked at me directly. Just for a second. Then his gaze dropped again. “Say it,” I pressed, desperate. “Say nothing happened last night.” I waited, hope flickering weakly in my chest. But as the seconds stretched, it became clear he wasn’t going to give me the lie I wanted. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but devastatingly final. “Something happened last night, Lizzie. I’m sorry… but I can’t lie to myself.”

Proof that beyond everything broken between us… something real had existed between Adrian and me. Something strong enough to create life. But then his words returned. Sharp. Cold. Final. “Everything between us was built on lies.” “You were just using me.” “I never want to see you again.” My chest tightened painfully. I knew him too well. His pride. His pain. His broken trust. If I told him now… He would not see a blessing. He would see another betrayal. Another chain. Another lie. And me… as the cause. That thought hurt more than anything I had ever felt.

“I’ve seen it, love.” “But how? Who could even—” She stopped short, pressing her hands to her lips as her voice trembled. “It looks so real. People believe it.” Montez’s hands slammed against the desk, the wood rattling under the force. “I don’t know how! I don’t know who. But I swear to you, it’s a lie. Every single second of it.” “I know you couldn’t have hit a woman.” Amira took a shaky step closer, searching his face, as if needing reassurance. “Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?”

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

And then, in the coldest, calmest voice, he said, “It’s true, Lily. I’ve been with Sophia for years. She’s part of my life. I never wanted you to find out.” Everything inside me went still. My heartbeat stopped. My breath caught in my throat. For years? He had been with her for years? I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Something inside me broke. All these years, I had believed in us. I had believed in him. But it was never real. My voice was barely a whisper when I spoke again. “You lied to me.” My hands clenched into fists. “For years.” I wiped my tears, but they wouldn’t stop. “You let me believe I was the one who mattered. You let me sacrifice everything for you. I sold my father’s land f

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

People we hadn’t heard from in years started calling. Cousins. Friends. Distant relatives. Everyone wanted to know the truth. And then it got worse. A new rumor started to spread. That I was never pregnant. That I was wearing a fake bump. That I was infertile,and had stolen her child because I couldn’t carry my own. I laughed at first. Until I cried. Because that’s what lies do when they take root. They grow into forests that swallow even the loudest truths. I called Granny again.

Lisa was curled up in her bed when she heard the soft knocking on her door. “ Go away " She already knew who it was. Her mom wouldn't come to see, not when Asher was around. However, the man would follow her and try to explain how he hadn't meant to hurt her, he might say that if he had known better he would have used proper protection. And foolishly she would believe him, and then another circle of lies and deceit would begin all over again. Lisa was just so damn tired, she didn't know what to make of herself anymore.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.