Truly Madly Guilty Novels & Stories

I sighed and said, "I'm hurt that you didn't trust me enough to tell me this. I'm not scared of you; I feel stabbed in the back. I could never be mad at you, but to find out that you've all been lying to me all this time, it hurts, especially when I told you everything that's happened to me. That proved that I trusted you enough to tell you my deepest secrets." Silent tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls; I leaned back on the couch and wiped my tears away with my hands. "We're sorry," Vincent whispered, his voice low, yet the silence in the room was thick. I shook my head. "Don't you trust me?" I whispered, my voice cracking at the end. Their heads snapped towards me "Of course we do! We

Her palm pressed protectively against her stomach. Madison’s voice turned vicious. “You got your whore pregnant, and you’re parading her around in broad daylight while I’m planning our wedding?” Colt’s jaw tightened. “She isn't a whore.” “Oh, please!” Madison screamed, leaning over the desk until she was inches from his face. Her expensive perfume now smelled like rot to him. “She’s a cheap little secretary who saw an opportunity to get rich, opened her legs, and got exactly what she wanted. It’s the oldest gold-digging trick in the book!”

Penelope went straight to the point. George looked at her in confusion, wondering if she had missed her medications. "Pardon?" "You heard my stupid question. Sarah is pregnant, and she is claiming Ezra is the father, so I want to rule you out," she said. "Preg…"" George whispered as he looked away. The woman was crazy, there was no way she would walk into his office and just rub salt in the wounds he was trying to heal. "Can you get out of my office?" he yelled at her.