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“I’m not the one who hurt you. I never was. But I am the one who can help you see the truth. The real truth. The one that’s been buried for so long. The one you need to understand if you ever want to truly be free.” I shook my head, stepping back, feeling my heart shatter all over again. I wanted to scream at him, to rip him apart with my words. But nothing came out. I just felt... empty. I felt like I was standing on the edge of something too dangerous to face. And no matter how many steps I took, I couldn’t outrun it. “I don’t need your help,” I said, my voice low, trembling. “I need the truth. The real truth. Not this twisted version you’ve been feeding me.”

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

The firelight flashed on his face, magnifying his jaw. "If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you," he finally answered. "But don’t lie to me." Something about the way he said it made my chest hurt. I glanced away, my fingers trembling as I wrapped the blanket tightly about my shoulders. "Lies are easy, Alexander. They don’t hurt as much as the truth." A beat of quiet emanated between us. Then, suddenly, I felt his presence behind me—warm, solid. "That’s not true," he grumbled, so close that his breath touched the back of my neck. "Lies kill the truth?" His fingers ghosted across my arm. "The truth sets one free."

He said our separation was just temporary, and we'd have decades to be together. I had believed him wholeheartedly, thinking the brief separation between us was so that we could meet again, both better people. But reality had given me a harsh blow. I realized that just because a relationship started on a good note, it didn't mean it would have a happy ending. But the one thing I was thankful for was the courage to start over. I didn't get stuck in the trap of a broken marriage with Chandler. I had made the decisive choice to divorce him. Maybe in the future, I would fall in love with someone else.

It was knowing, as if she had seen my soul. "Trust is not something I expect, but it is something you will need to gain clarity. The truth can be painful, child. But it will set you free." I couldn’t breathe, my chest was tightening with anxiety. Was she right? Hadn't I been chasing the truth, trying to piece together the fragments of who I was? Yet, every time I thought I was getting close, something shattered it again. Something inside me wanted to believe her, but every instinct screamed to stay away.

“But please… God… I do not want to be.” The truth will set you free. Suddenly air flooded my lungs, and the joints of my body that had been twisted and crackling with pain, were flooded with warmth. I am my father’s son. But I do not want to be. That first, glorious breath rushed out of me, and I blinked. I have become exactly what I swore I would never be. The ring of truth was undeniable–and brought grief in its wake. But also that weight began to lift. I had been the villain in this story the whole time, and so blind as to count myself as its victim.

She said I was locked here because I refused to accept a part of myself. “The truth will set you free.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I didn’t know what I was lying about. I didn’t even lie about anything so what truth would set me free. “You’re not being true to yourself, Adriana. And that imprisons you. Accept yourself. Accept your fate and you shall be free.” I had growled on impatience. I wasn’t in the mood for riddles. With all that’s going on. The only thing she was doing was pissing me off.

Choosing Rachel wasn't ruining my life. It was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Being with her—that was the real revenge. And now, I was finally awake. Time to get back on the path I should've been on all along.

She simply gave them the truth and let it stand in the snow, and the men received it in silence, the flat broken silence of a people too cold and too hungry to do anything with a truth but hear it. Then she went back up to the study, because there was nowhere else to go, and she took out the book to burn it. That was her honest intention. The swollen ledger of buried bodies had cost her everything. It had turned Dain into a fuse, started a mutiny, and taught her that every secret in it was a door that opened onto a trap. She knelt at the small cold hearth with the last of the fire she would allow herself, and she opened the book one final time, meaning to feed it page by page to the flame, a