Truths I Never Told You Novels & Stories

“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.”

I scoffed and said, "I'll reveal the truth to you today, Grace. The one who's been setting you up with those men is your own father. He was worried that you wouldn't go along with his plans, so he pinned the blame on me and threatened to hurt Ruth if I told you the truth. "He told me that I had to let you sleep with other men because the Snow family must have an heir. Also, haven't you ever wondered why you couldn't conceive despite how we've been trying for a decade? "When both of us went for a checkup, the doctor told me I was fine, but you didn't even bother looking at your report. Well, I'll let you have a look at it right now. You're the one who's infertile!" Grace was completely flabbe

"I... I’m not blind." I see it then...the flicker of confusion in his eyes, the way his breath catches. And in that moment, all I can feel is the raw weight of the truth that I’ve kept hidden for so long. "I never was."

He looked at me for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his gray eyes. "Thank you," he said, "for telling him the truth, even though it cost you something with both of us to do it." "I didn't do it for either of you," I said honestly. "I did it because I'm tired of being the only person in this family who doesn't already know everything that's wrong with it." He nodded once, slowly, and left to find his brother, leaving me alone in my office with a cold cup of coffee and the unsettling, growing certainty that the truth, once it finally started surfacing, had absolutely no intention of stopping there.

With a truth I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear… What am I?

Part 12: The Truth He Never Told Victor stepped forward slowly. For the first time— He didn't look amused. He looked serious. Almost sad. "There's something your mother never told you." Lina's pulse quickened. "What?" Victor held her gaze. A long silence passed. Then— "She didn't run from me." The room went completely still. Victor's eyes darkened. "She was running from what she knew you would become."

A ripple spread through the crowd — faces from my childhood, faces that had looked away when everything burned. “I remember how quickly people forget the truth when lies are easier to believe. How grief became scandal. How a legacy was rewritten.” My uncle’s jaw tightened. “But the thing about truth,” I said, pausing, “is that it doesn’t vanish when you hide it. It waits.” I looked straight at him. “And tonight, it showed up.” The audience was silent — not confused, but understanding. The kind of silence that cuts deeper than accusation. I placed an envelope on the podium. “For the foundation,” I said. “From the Abram family.”

Like a man trying to convince himself, Henry clutched our wedding photo, muttering to himself. It was the only picture of the two of us together. He didn’t even dare to open his phone and relive our memories since all of it was based on lies of his business trips, meetings, and social events. He had lost track of how many lies he’d told me, all to buy time to be with Issa and Bear. Henry loved me, but not only me. I, his naive wife, spent the first twenty years of my life as a kidnapped orphan and the last five years in what I thought was happiness, only to be pitifully deceived.

Marc said—voice cracking on the last word. Damien nodded once. Squeezed his hand. “You have it.” They drove back in silence—rain hammering the roof, wipers sweeping steady rhythm. Marc watched the city blur past—streetlights bleeding into puddles, billboards glowing through the haze, life moving on without them. The folder lay on the seat between them like a bridge they weren’t sure they could cross. The chain pressed warm against his chest. The folder felt like proof of every lie he’d told himself for months.

she replied in fear. "Do you know something about me, I won't force you to speak, if you remember earlier in the morning, did I force you to say anything about Mrs. Jane?". "No, you didn't" She answered. "Do you know why?" He asked taking off his sunglasses. "No" she shook her head. "That's because the truth won't be hidden forever, my dear". Nicholas P.O.V. I stepped out of my car and staggered to the elevator, holding my neck, it was as if I'd drop dead any moment from now. I got into the elevator, gasping for air, but everything stopped, the moment I saw Neil walk out of my room in a hurry. "What" I muttered going on my knees. "What's really happening to me, and what really h