They Hated Him For He Told The Truth Novels & Stories

His voice was filled with anguish and hate. “Why did no one tell me the truth?!”

He refused to let her presence get to him. To say he no longer had feelings for her would be an understatement, he hated her. And his hate was justified. She had betrayed him in the worst way, making him live a lie, pretending she loved him when, in reality, it had all been fake. He hated her for that more than anything.

“Then you're a disappointment and a fool, because trust me when I say… no man is worth ruining your future over.” Something in my chest cracked. Tears fell down my face silently… Not because he just insulted me—but because he did so with the truth behind it. And as humans we've always hated hearing the truth. Why? Because it freaking hurts. “Thank you, Henry.” I said, quietly. Then slammed the door shut.

His eyes were already red. “When it came to me,” I asked softly, “was it because I wasn’t worth the effort?” He broke then. The tears came before the answer did. He covered his mouth with one hand for a second, like he was trying to get himself back under control and failing. “No,” he said at last, voice cracking. “No. It wasn’t that.” He shook his head hard, as though he hated how small the truth sounded when spoken aloud. “It was me. I hated the system. I hated what people said. I hated how it looked. And I made all of that your problem because it was easier than admitting I wanted what I had.”

"Why are you doing this? You should hate me." "I do hate you right now," he said, and the honesty of it cut deeper than any lie could have. "I hate that you didn't trust me. I hate that you ran to Arthur instead of coming to me. I hate that I lost a child I never got to know because you were too scared to tell the truth." More tears fell. I deserved this. I deserved every word.

“That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I’ve got,” he said. “You can hate me for the timing, for how messy it is, but not for being honest.” My heart jumped at that. “I don’t hate you,” I said quietly. “Good,” he said, taking a step closer. “Because I’m not walking away from this.” I swallowed hard. “Even if everyone else hates us for it?” He shrugged slightly. “Let them. I’m done living by what they think.”

he raised his voice in frustration. Stephanie cried as he expected. He didn’t want to be rude to her, but he couldn’t get himself to think of a decent way to treat her after what she did. Letting her inside was already too nice of him, and he may not say it aloud, but he hated her since the day he found out the truth about her motive. He loved her, yet she used him for her own benefits. She could have told him from the start and maybe he wouldn't mind, but she didn’t.

She sounded more curious than sad, as if she was genuinely trying to puzzle out the answer. I hesitated. There were a thousand different ways to soften the truth, but none of them would erase the reality of it. And Caroline wasn’t the type to be fooled by pretty lies. I let out a slow breath and leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my knees. "Because they hate me," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "They hate me for what my father does…the gambling and the constant borrowing of money that he can never return. That’s why no one wants to be friends with me."

I cried so hard that I began to gasp for air, everything was so painful to me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear.” I choked out, even though no one was there to hear me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” But the truth was, I did hurt him without thinking twice. I felt he was incapable of I told him the truth. That was why I went ahead and did what I thought was right, and now he hated me so fucking much. I pressed my face into my hands, trying to stop the thoughts from coming through but they kept coming.

"No. I can't bring myself to look at you. It hurts me so much to even see your face or know you're standing so close to me. I hate you. Every ounce of love I had for you has left me and now all I'm filled with is hate." "I'm sorry-" "Tell me the fucking truth!" she yelled and glared at me. "I know you're hiding something. What is it? That's why he's after me and my mother. What do you know?" Her gaze burned into mine like she could just steal the truth from my thoughts but I took a step back like the coward that I was and started to retreat. "I'm sorry." I hated myself because that was all I could say. She already hates me, might as well just spill it, but the words felt so heavy at the back