The Lies He Told Me Series Novels & Stories

"I'm your wife, and you're lying to me, keeping things from me? I'm seriously mad now!" I wasn't quick enough—she snatched the phone right out of my hand. Oh, no. That was it. She was gonna find out about everything. But then she went through my phone and suddenly burst out laughing. "So, this is what you were so worked up about?" Since I was already caught, I figured I might as well just come clean. "Yeah, you got me. So tell me—who are you really?" "I'm your wife, of course! You must be wondering about this text message. I was supposed to go on a business trip with Mr. Booth yesterday. But he got a call later and told me I didn't need to go. So, I came home early!"

" I stared him down, my face cold as ice. Then I pulled out my phone and hit play on an old recording—his voice with Riley, before they left together. "You lied to me. You didn't go bankrupt. You gave Riley everything, every damn penny. You even wrote her name in your will!" My voice cracked, the anger spilling out. "You let another woman and her kid live fancy while your own children were stuck in a basement, hungry. Sheldon, you're the worst excuse for a father I've ever met." His eyes went wide. He seemed to wonder why I hadn't exposed him sooner. "No, it wasn't like that. I-I was out of my mind. I made a mistake. That's all. I swear, I was just messing around with her. You and the boys,

No more lies, no more Ken, no more pretending I was okay. Then my phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up like a cruel joke. I glanced over, and there it was—*Ken*. His name flashing, mocking me. My heart twisted, a fresh wave of rage burning through the sadness. More tears spilled, blurring the room. “You,” I whispered, my voice shaking, barely audible. “You’re the cause of all this, Ken.” My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms. He lied about Tasha, about his other wife, about everything. He left me in the dark, made me the fool, the pathetic wife who thought she could hold it together. And now he had the nerve to call? Where was he when I called him first?

he prompted as he swept me into his arms and off the bed. To Be Continued. Author’s note: Lies, Lies, And More Lies. So Many Lies It Has Gotten Really Hard To Tell The Truths Away From The Lies. What Are The Truths? When Are We Going To Learn The Truths? Stay tuned to find out.

He leans close until there is no space between us where I can feel every inch of his body pressed against me" So, you'd spill all the lies you spoke to me.” "What lies?" I murmur as his face disappears and everything starts to darken. "The lies which made me who I am.” "Devil."

] [Once confirmed, the target will die in a car accident three days from now. Seven years ago, on the day I first discovered Hubert's affair, that voice suddenly appeared in my mind. It told me that it was called the Lies Come True System. As long as I completed its tasks, I would earn the right to make lies come true. Over the years, it wasn't as if Hubert had never told me lies he genuinely believed. But back then, I just gave birth and hadn't yet secured my place within the Lock family. Losing Hubert would have brought no benefit to either me or my child.

"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?"

“You are lying because you can see I’m not going back with you so you decided that the best way to go about this would be to bring up unnecessary lies. You know, I should have known better but I thought you were my friend. You’re just as good as the rest of them back there. You lie to get what you want. I’m sure you can do anything to push me away from Nathan and try to snuggle back into me. I won’t let that happen.” But he wasn’t fazed by my words. “Liam is my son,” he said without giving me time to breathe from the earlier lies he had spoken. “And I should have said this before but I left because I couldn’t bear the pain of you not recognizing me after your accident.” What? I was so confus

Amusement with a mixed of confusion. I yanked back my hand from him, "You lied. Didn't you?" I supposed with simple directness. "L-Let me explain—" "Once is enough. I'm not stupid!" I meant with a scowl then angrily turned my back and left him before I could utter hurtful words to him. All this time, he was just making me believe on his lies. He made me believe that he's suffering from illness called post traumatic stress disorder, and I was easily fooled by him.