Truth And Other Lies Novels & Stories

“It proves he was set up by that . . . that . . . android!” “No, it doesn’t,” I argued. “They could be talking about anything.” “But they’re not, and you know it, Jessie.” Did I know it? Could it possibly be true? Did I believe that this brief and very vague snippet proved that everything I had believed my entire adult life had been a lie? I began to shake all over and was glad I was sitting down. The truth was, I did believe it. Or at least I believed there was more to the story than I had thought for so very long. Then the anger hit – hard, sharp, hot. I felt it pound into me like a sledgehammer. How could he? How could he still manage to mess up my life from beyond the grave? And how coul

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

I called him, but the phone rang once before he rejected it. A second later, he texted: [Honey, I'm in a meeting.] I stared at those words, silent. If I hadn't seen Vivian's video, I might have been fooled again. In fact, the previous missed registrations had given me doubts. But his love and care over five years seemed so real that I brushed everything aside. It was said that once trust broke, it was gone for good. Now I couldn't stop wondering, 'If he tricked me about those seven registrations, what about the rest of the time? Is his kindness all fake? Are his promises all lies? When he calls me honey, is he thinking of me or Vivian?'

“I was wrong, Lorien! Please, please come back to me. I just wanted seven days! Seven days to dream, to make up for past regrets. But I never thought I’d lose you in the process. “You told me you had cancer, and I had the chance to stay by your side, to walk with you through your final days. “Why did I have to lie to you? Why did I let you leave, so full of grievance and sorrow? “I deserve to die! Jessica deserves to die! If not for her, I wouldn’t have lied to you, I wouldn’t have cheated, I wouldn’t have hurt you so many times. “Let me make it up to you, Lorien.”

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.

Selena… He replayed everything. The way she looked at him. The way she responded to his touch. The way she melted in his arms just minutes ago. That wasn’t fake. He knew it wasn’t. He could feel it. And yet… He also knew one thing very clearly: People lie. And the best lies? They come wrapped in truth. A faint, almost humorless smile touched his lips. “Interesting…” he murmured under his breath. Instead of anger, something else settled inside him. Curiosity.

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

The ravenette scowls, creasing his facial features, "Aren't you afraid of telling the truth?" "Why would I be afraid of telling the truth?" Ryan swings his arms, "Shouldn't I be afraid of telling a lie and getting caught instead?" "That is quite not true, Mr. Miller," the man's words carry an unsettling mass to each of them, "Truths and lies are time, place, person based. Where you should say what, that is to be decided according to the surrounding circumstances. You get me? You know how many idiots have gotten away just with the help of a lie?"

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."