Truths I Never Told You Novels & Stories

Scarlett waited…. "The trade," I continued. "She asked me for my truth before she gave me anything. I sat in that room and she looked at me with those pale eyes and I understood that she would know immediately if I gave her something partial or dressed up or only mostly honest." I turned the USB drive over in my fingers. "So I told her the truth, the one I had been carrying since the year after my Luna died, the one I had not said to anyone, not even to myself clearly." Scarlett's voice was careful. "What was it?"

And for the first time since the beginning of our marriage, the truth, my truth, filled the room. Raw. Unpolished. Unfiltered. Everything I never said.

"Hija, I can’t explain. But I promise you, everything we’ve done is for your own good. My son would never, ever put you in danger—" "Is it love?" I cut her off, my voice dropping to a dangerous, icy calm. "If a person lies to you every single day, is that love? Because if it is, I don't want it. I don't want any of this." I didn't wait for her to apologize again. I didn't wait for her to spin another web. I turned on my heel and walked out, the sound of my own footsteps the only thing I could hear. I didn't look back at the broken glass, or the woman who claimed to be my mother, or the house that had turned into a gilded cage. I walked out into the night, the cold air hitting my face, and fo

She faces me with an expectant smile on her face . "What's the matter ?"she asks clasping my hands gently . " I want you to tell me the truth ,"I answer. "What truth ?"she asks confused. "The truth about my mate . Someone told me he treated me like shit ," " Ooh,"Megan drops her eyes on the ground while nibbling her pinky finger. " I want to know the truth ," I demand my tone becomes firmer now . " Well ,are you sure about this ? The doctor said it might cause alot of damage .You need to remember these memories yourself, "

I tell him. "Really?" He replies sounding surprised I would agree to this. "Yes, really." I reply. "The conversation we have tonight will be a bare all, I will tell you about me good, bad, and ugly. You will do the same. Then we will decide if we want to pursue something or walk away. There is no reason for you to know that much about me, or vice versa, if there isn't going to be any chemistry between us, so I think it is a good idea to get that out of the way first."

The room is quiet except for our breathing, tangled together. “And then?” he whispers. I stare into the dark, because the truth of what happened next the part that never leaves me presses against my ribs, begging to be let out. And I don’t know if telling it will make things better… or ruin us completely.

I am so sorry you are paying for my mistakes. Her chest felt like it was being crushed. There is a key taped beneath this trunk. It opens a safety deposit box at Central Trust Bank. Everything you need to understand the truth is there. Her hands went numb. Forgive me for the life I forced you into. Forgive me for the danger you never knew you were in. I love you more than anything. Dad. Tiana broke. Not loudly. Not violently. Just quietly collapsing into herself as the weight of the truth settled over her.

“I don’t know yet.” “I know.” He leaned forward slightly. “Scarlet. I am not asking you to do anything tonight. I am not asking you for anything except to sit in this booth and tell me the truth. We have not been honest with each other or with ourselves for ten years. I just want… “ he stopped, found the word… “I just want to say true things. In the same room. Just once.” I thought about Noah’s newspaper at breakfast. The car offer. The smooth uncomplicated way he had let me lie to him, or the way I told myself he had let me lie, which I was beginning to suspect was its own kind of story.

That red dot I saw outside my room. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Bile rises up my throat with such force it makes my eyes spin. This is the end. The end of me. The end of everything I worked so hard for. I don’t even realize we’re halfway home until Mom breaks the silence. “Tell me everything. No lies.” I blink, unsure where to start. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.” “That’s not an answer.” I hesitate, but the truth has already poisoned the air. What difference does it make now?

It was a dangerous game, and I knew that the stakes were higher than ever. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across our secluded estate, I received an anonymous package. Inside was a small notebook, weathered and worn, with a note that read, "The truth lies within." Curiosity mingled with trepidation as I opened the notebook. The pages were filled with Cassandra's handwriting—ramblings, fragments of memories, and cryptic clues. It was her diary, a window into her tormented soul. As I delved deeper into the pages, the puzzle began to unravel. The truth of our shared past emerged, piece by piece, revealing a shocking revelation that threatened to shatter ev