Truths I Never Told You Novels & Stories

I promise. I vent to her the exact same words that I told Cameron at the gym. Everything with my mom, to my dad, my sister's horrific sexual assault, the reason why I was such a stoic person. I told her everything, I let it out of my chest and for the first time in a long ass time I feel so good. A pair of tears raced down her cheeks. Her eyes now filling with tears glistening in the light, bouncing sadness through the atmosphere. She sighed. ''Jason, why... why you never say this?'

I told myself—foolishly—that if it were true, he would have told me. But when I saw him that evening, standing beneath the yew tree where we had learned each other’s silences, the truth was written plainly in his eyes. “You knew,” I said, before he could speak. He stilled. Just slightly. Enough. “I meant to tell you,” he answered, and in that moment, something inside me splintered. “When?” I asked. “Before or after the vows were promised to another woman?” He reached for me, but I stepped back, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Do not,” I warned. “Not now.”

that I had built from nothing was now one of the group's most profitable subsidiaries. The HR director nearly spilled her coffee when she saw my resignation letter. "Ms. Shaw, you're resigning? Does Mr. Carter know?" I smiled faintly. "He's swamped right now." Seeing the flash of sympathy in her eyes, I knew the entire company was watching my embarrassment play out. Back at the western suburbs villa, this place had once been our quiet retreat, somewhere we'd occasionally stay for peace. My small fragrance studio was still here. While packing, I found a yellowed note tucked inside a book called "The History of Perfume". It was Alex's handwriting, youthful yet bold.

I pause for a moment, momentarily forgetting my manners, before finally accepting her gesture. After exchanging pleasantries, we settle down and order coffee for the group. Taking a deep breath, I begin expressing my gratitude for her willingness to meet with me, acknowledging the difficulty of the circumstances. Secondly, I offer a sincere apology for the pain my father inflicted on her, recognizing that she, along with the other girls he harmed, did not deserve any of it. Lastly, I commend her for her strength in bringing him to justice. I disclose that his sickness originated with me when I was fifteen, but as soon as I confided in my mother, we left, never seeing him again. I assured her

“If you don’t, you won’t like the outcome. Because some truths, once uncovered, can never be buried again.” With that, the door shut closed. A suffocating silence descended. I remained frozen, staring at the spot where he had been standing. “Some truths, once uncovered, can never be buried again.” His words replayed in my mind like an endless tune. What truth was he talking about? Was it sbout me? Or…Sophia? I looked at the business card on the bed. My fingers trembled as I reached for it. My fingers tightened around the card as the scene of Sophia’s reddened eyes flashed in my mind.

A line I could not step back over. He had taken time out of his busy day to call me about a breakfast conversation that worked. And here I sat, unable to open that evidence folder or return my editor’s calls. I stared at the dark phone screen, knowing a truth I could never forget. And the story that could destroy his entire world waited in a plain folder with a boring name. I had no clue, how those two truths could live together in one life. But they did. They were both real. And I had run out of ways to pretend they were not.

Consistently, completely, in the specific way that mattered. I owed her the truth. The whole truth. I had known that for years and I kept not telling it — rationing it out in careful portions. The one night stand. The pregnancy. The building. The return. Never Vegas. Never the name I didn't have. Never the full impossible shape of what I didn't know. "He's asking about the breeding cycle," Gail said, appearing at my shoulder. "The jellyfish. The staff member looks slightly frightened." "She should be."

We limped to the nurse's room, I limped she walked with a hand on my waist. "You're the new admission?" Her voice was smooth and soft when she asked me, I just nodded. "Where did you reside before?" My ears perked in alarm. I didn't want to disclose my past life to anyone. But I felt like she can see through me if I lie. So I quickly mumbled that I'm from America. It's a trick I've learned a long time ago. I don't give anyone my exact details. My past is something I'll always lie low on. It's a deal with myself.

My eyes closed. For the first time all day, my mind started to quiet. Then my phone buzzed. I froze. Slowly I reached for it. Unknown Number. My stomach dropped immediately. Not again. I opened the message. Running from the truth won't save you. The blood drained from my face. A second message appeared. He deserves to know. My hands started shaking. No. No. No. A third message arrived. This one nearly stopped my heart. Tell Liam Reynolds the truth before I do.

And to be honest, I was the one who should leave. As soon as I stepped into my room, I crumbled to the floor, shivering from the cold that seemed to seep into my bones. This marriage had worn me down completely. After a while, my phone buzzed as a message came in. It was from an unknown number, but I knew it was Vivian immediately. [Amelia, the real show is just getting started. Want to watch?] I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. I went to the guest room, and a faint light came through the half-open door. Peeking through the gap, my eyes went wide.