Romans & histoires The Truth As He Knows It

No one will come after you. Unknown: You're a delusional fool, aren't you? "Oh, and by the way, Kai, don't bother tracing this phone. You won't uncover anything." "Damn it." How does he possess such knowledge about me? He clearly conducted thorough research on our lives before taking Stella. "I can't believe this!" I shout in frustration. There's a sudden knock on the door that separates my room from Gage's. I unlock and open the door to find Gage standing there. "Hey, what's going on?"

But in that moment, he decides to remain silent, choosing to respect her journey of discovery and understanding. He understands that revealing the truth could potentially deepen her pain and confusion, reopening wounds that may not yet be ready to heal. He recognizes that it is her right to uncover the truth in her own time and on her own terms. His decision to remain silent is not born out of a desire to deceive or manipulate, but rather out of a recognition that the path to healing must be navigated with care and sensitivity. He knows that the truth will eventually come to light, but he believes that it should unfold organically, allowing her to confront and process it when she is ready.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

"When you're better. When you're strong enough. I'll show you everything I've found. Let you see for yourself." "And then what?" "Then maybe we understand. Maybe understanding helps you choose. Or maybe it doesn't. Either way, you'll have the truth." "I'm not sure I want the truth. Ignorance seems easier." "Ignorance is never easier. Just more comfortable." His pale eyes hold mine. "You're not someone who takes comfort over truth. That's not who you are." He's right. I've never been good at ignoring hard things. At hiding from reality.

But Martin had seen. “Go back to her,” Martin whispered, voice cracking like thin ice. “That’s where you belong.” Pain flashed raw in Damien’s eyes—quick, unguarded. He exhaled through his nose, stepped back. Turned toward the door. At the threshold he paused, hand on the knob. “The truth will come out,” he said quietly. “When it does… don’t run.” The door clicked shut. Martin sank to the floor, back against the wall, head in his hands. Rain kept falling. His pulse thundered in his ears.

"You've got the wrong person! Miss Rebecca's husband is our hospital dean. He's in the room with their baby right now. And just so you know, we don't disclose other patients' private information." I slammed my hand down on the counter, my voice rising as I said, "Cut the crap. If I say to check, you check. My dad's a major investor in this place; I'm practically the head. Don't I have that right? And as for a husband catching his wife cheating, that's his prerogative, so save your breath!" The nurse gave me a look like I was out of my mind, then snorted. "Mister, you must be dreaming! Our dean's got money and power, and he's not the type to have an affair. You, on the other hand, have either

The pain offered him slight relief from the guilt and agony in his heart. He remembered my every smile, every embrace, and every gentle word. Those memories that once made him feel so blissfully loved now became daggers stabbing deep into his chest. He realized he hadn't just betrayed my trust. He had destroyed the most precious thing between us—love. Carlen collapsed to the floor, tears blurring his vision. He knew he had to find me so that he could apologize to me and express his remorse. He finally realized a life without me was meaningless. Just then, the butler stepped in quietly. "Alpha Carlen, here is the flash drive you dropped."

But the idea that someone else still lived somewhere behind all that, someone he couldn’t let go of, scratched under my skin. I waited. Nothing else came through. I typed back slowly. Me: [How do you know that?] He replied in seconds. Daniel: [Doesn’t matter how I know. It’s the truth. I’d never lie to you.] Me: [Do you know who she is?]

He was handsome and his eyes were soft, as if he understood what I was going through. “No, I....I...I was mistaken.” “Look just because I’m that asshole’s beta doesn’t mean that you can’t trust me. I know what you’re feeling because I’ve been there too. The only difference is that I didn’t accept it. I’ve needed to find out the truth behind everything and now I almost have. She left me for a higher rank.” I knew my mouth was hanging open at this news. Victoria left her mate to steal mine. This kind and sweet man was just as broken, if not more than me. His best friend stole his mate and there was nothing he could do about.

“What do you want to know? What the fck in all of this can’t you understand?” “The truth, Luca,” she said calmly. “That’s all I want. The truth.” I walked toward her. Stood there like the broken four-year-old boy I once was. Then I sat beside her. My voice hoarse and low. “The only truth I know in this life is that I’m a devil. A devil to the extent that I want to own you—regardless of whether you accept that or not.” I sighed. This couldn’t end well, but she deserved to know.