They Hated Him For Telling The Truth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Disgusting. I hated him. I hated Thea. I hated this pack. I hated Sophie. Yes, Sophie, I hated her the most. I knew what was coming next, Aleric didn't even need to say it. It was all because of Sophie. Her false testimony was the final nail in my coffin.

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.

He had been drowning from holding back the truth for long. "You had no right to hurt me the way you did. You had no right to say what truth I could bear or not! I deserved to know why you rejected me," I said. I didn't even know how to react; I simply followed my raw feelings. "All these years, you're telling me that I've hated you for nothing?" My chest constricted more painfully as I thought about all the lost years and unnecessary bitterness. "It was better hating me," he said, and my lips parted in disbelief.

I would let him. Because honestly, even I am tired of convincing myself to not hate him. Not anymore. I would not have to convince myself of it anymore. Because now I do. Not for the end he brought me but for the pain he caused my parents. I hate him for putting my friends through all the shit of helping of him. I hate him for all the lies he sprouted and I hate him for all the promised he made, which, he clearly could not keep. I gather the remaining of my courage and wiped the tear stain from my cheek as I looked him dead in the eye before speaking, "Do it, then." His eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

And I hated him more than ever. Hated him for being right.

Hatred for the world, for my mother, for him. But now, that hatred turned toward someone new. Someone I'd thought untouchable. The one person I thought had a clean slate. My father. I hated him. I hated him so much. And maybe I hated Cassian too, for telling me the truth, for making me feel this kind of pain. I hated my mother for lying. I hated all of them. A/N Poor baby.

He simply stayed. Finally, she murmured, “Do you hate me for lying?” He exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her hair. “No. But I hate that you thought I’d love you less for the truth.” Her chest tightened. “It’s not that simple.” “It never is,” he said quietly. “But I’ve spent years surrounded by people who only tell me what I want to hear. You lied, yes but at least your lies had meaning.” She looked up, eyes shimmering with something close to wonder. “You’re impossible.”

Because no matter how many times I said it, I knew the truth. He was already under my skin. And I freaking hated him for it.

ASTRID Someday, they would all believe me. When the truth finally came out and they realized I had been telling the truth all along, they would believe me. I would love to see the expressions on their faces as I informed them I would be leaving, never to return. Each and every one of them would know just how much they hurt me and this time, the hate would be reflected in me and not in them. It would finally be their turn to be hated by me.

“What no one told me was that you were that man who rescued me. And that you put that bullet in his head. I wanted to be angry at you for not telling me the truth when you could have. But I couldn’t bring myself to hate you. I mean, what was I even supposed to say? That I hate you because you killed my father? I hated that man, more than anything in this world. I saw my mom die every day seeing him cheat on her like that. I don’t even think she died of sickness. I think she died because she couldn’t take it anymore.”