There Comes A Time When Silence Is Betrayal Novels & Stories

Like it still hoped for something whole with him. But then reality clawed its way back in. That sentence didn’t change anything. Not the betrayal. Not the pain. Not the image of my ex-best friend’s eyes avoiding mine after she did what she did. Not the emptiness I felt every night when I realised trust, once shattered, never fits back quite the same. Again. I heard the front door open and close. I freezed. Today was Thursday and nobody except me, Analeigh and Ana was here except... Evan walked into the living room. His suit was all... wrong and his hair and...

We stood there for some minutes in absolute silence, our breaths the only faint sound in there "My driver will drop you back." He said, pulling away. I quickly held his hand, not allowing him to move away. "We are talking, aren't we?" I asked. He sighed and peeled my hand off his. "I have nothing more to listen or say. I thought— I need some time. Some alone time to myself." He stated but his voice held that silent pleading. He left the washroom leaving me to be tormented by guilt. I bit my lip to stop the sob from escaping my mouth.

Matteo appeared at my door, obviously sent in by Gabriel to calm the storm and to talk some sense into me. “Listen, I can spare you two guys for the afternoon to help you clean up. I don’t know where Maria is, but I suppose she got the afternoon off. Put on a brave face, finish the week and we will talk about this tomorrow afternoon ok?” he said soothingly. “No! Fuck Gabriel and fuck this place! I’m leaving!” I screamed at Matteo. Taken aback by my outburst, Matteo grabbed me and hugged me until I had calmed down. Tears of rage, betrayal and disbelief ran down my face, soaking Matteo’s shirt while he calmly patted my hair and rocked me in his arms.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

29—Stupefaction. “Sometimes the betrayal doesn't come from others. It comes from us as we trusted others blindly when already knowing the consequences.” —Saumya Tripathi No matter how long I waited, he remained deathly silent. I gnawed at my lip. “He did not lie to you at all,” his eyes appeared to have opened the gates of remorse. “It's the truth, Betaji.” After what felt like hours, he finally responded. Goosebumps pricked my skin. It was indeed not the first time I had inkling about what he just confirmed, but it still came as a shock when I was somewhere hoping it wouldn't be as certain as people around me made it.

"Your whole family, you're all liars! I already paid the deposit for your villas. What more do you want? You were planning to scam me out of everything! Well, I’m canceling the villas right now! I’m not getting engaged! I’m suing you!" With that, I turned and ran out the door. Upon hearing that their precious villas were slipping away, Allen’s parents panicked. Mr. Cooper grabbed a wine bottle, ready to smash it over his son’s head. Overwhelmed, Mrs. Cooper fainted on the spot. Chaos ensued. Some guests tried to stop Mr. Cooper from attacking, while others scrambled to call 911. Amidst the pandemonium, with my back to them all, I smiled. 'Allen, I told you—if you betrayed me, I would make su

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable,

"I beg you to... Keep your eyes on me. Don't allow this to divide us. But, it has already. The damage has been done. It is a true betrayal. And I'm not sure how to get over it. I tremble when I say, "I need time." "I need time to think this out." I am unable to I am unable to be close to you at this moment. He tries to dispute, but before he can say anything, a new voice sends chills down my spine by piercing through the tension like a knife. "Well, isn't this touching?" a well-known voice, full with malice, reverberates from the darkness.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

“I’m not doing this.” “This could be an opportunity,” she pressed. “To reclaim the narrative. To show strength. Silence can sometimes be interpreted as guilt, Ms. Sinclair.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “Or it can be interpreted as restraint.” There was a beat of silence on her end. “We’re prepared to be fair,” she said carefully. “You could help contextualize the situation. Speak about the personal toll. The betrayal—” “You don’t get to monetize my betrayal,” I snapped.