Till Truth Do Us Part Novels & Stories

I watched Gabriella apologize and saw my name displayed on the screen. It had been five years since I was bound to Gabriella's side. I watched myself being branded as a traitor, while the real culprit thrived. The truth had been buried for far too long. And now, the truth had finally come to light. A month later, Christopher and the remaining members of Oliver's drug cartel faced a public trial before the Supreme Court in Gakoli. The gallery was packed to the brim. Families of fallen narcotics officers filled the front row, while the back row and side aisles were crowded with reporters.

“We went to the police. We begged. We pushed.” Her voice trembled. “But nothing happened.” The old man looked away. “In this world,” he said quietly, “if you don’t have power… your truth doesn’t matter.” Lisha felt something break inside her. All this time she thought she was uncovering something hidden. But the truth had always been known. Just buried. Tears filled her eyes. “So… there’s nothing?” she asked softly. The old woman shook her head slowly. “We lost our daughter,” she said. “And we lost justice with her.”

Thought of three years of lies and pain and wasted time. "I'm ready," she said. "Let's finish this." Together, they headed toward Blackwell Industries headquarters, toward Victor's fury, toward whatever came next. Honest. United. Ready to face the consequences of truth. For better or worse. Till death do them part.

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

Because we knew the truth. We would not go down easy.

“We’ll uncover the truth, and we’ll make it right.” ***

I trail off, not knowing what else to say. "Gray, I know it's hard for you to believe but I did love you, I still do." I scoff but it doesn't stop her from continuing. "And if you've decided to end things with me, it's totally fine. I'm the one at fault. I should have never cheated in the first place . . . " Her voice breaks off and I can see the fake tears glistening her eyes. She sniffs before continuing. "I just want to do this one more time so I can get you out of my system."

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

“Seven years, darling. Seven years.” I sucked on a breath. SEVEN YEARS? “You knew me way before the bar incident?” I asked. “Yes.” “Tell me. I need the truth Kill!” I demanded, backing up from him. “I can't. I promised Gus—” “F*ck them! Tell me the truth! I rather hear it from you than from someone else.” That's when his resolve crumbles and I knew right then and there that there's no going back for us. “We’ve met before, Elle.” •••