Novel & Cerita Truths I Never Told You

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

" We were only renting for now and waiting for our new place to finish renovations so we could move in before the new year, but there was no reason to tell Oliver any of that. I would only answer what he asked. After a moment of silence, I thought he had hung up. So, I said, "If that's all, I'm hanging up." Oliver said "wait" twice, his tone softening until he sounded like a guilty kid. "I apologized to you in the group chat about that thing with Abigail the other day, but you didn't respond. Did you not see it?" Of course, I had seen it. I had posted the recording, and the chat had exploded within minutes. Because of that, Oliver had no choice but to tag me in the group chat and apologize p

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

The second she hung up, it felt like my chest had been hollowed out and filled with ice. That's when it hit me—I'd been played the whole time. Her promises to save my money? Total lies. From the start, she'd planned to use my savings for Chad's house. That night, I cried until I physically couldn't anymore. Then I begged, borrowed, and scrambled until I finally scraped together the ten grand I needed for treatment. The next five years were absolute hell. The pain was relentless, gnawing at me every night, leaving me clutching my pillow just to keep from screaming.

" All right, then go ahead. I am listening." " What do you want with me? And why are you so this desperate about getting me back? Because every thing you have been telling me can definitely not be the truth. You and I both know it. You can't tell me you love and care about me. And yet go behind my back to claim another woman to be your wife. That is just so crazy. And it is the most insane thing I have ever heard in my life. So please. I need you to come clean right now and tell me what the hell is going on"

Then she picked up the USB. Her old laptop was on the counter. She plugged the drive in and waited while the screen flickered awake. Files loaded slowly — scanned documents, photographs, a DNA report with markers that matched a Rhodes lineage she hadn't known she belonged to. A news clipping from ten years ago, a death notice, Elias Rhodes — and next to it, circled in red ink, the word *lies* in her mother's handwriting. Liora stood up. Walked to the window. She needed to be upright. The room felt smaller than it had before, the walls just slightly closer than they should be.

Broken. Some truths are better left hidden. Some truths destroy you the moment they surface. And this truth? I didn’t think I would ever recover.

"I know it doesn't make sense! But it's the truth!" "Jared, I can't... I can't deal with this right now." "When can you deal with it?" "Never." "Jane—" "No, Jared. I'm done." "Done with what?" "Done with you. Done with lies. Done with people who think about hurting me." "I would never hurt you now." "How do I know that?" "Because I'm telling you the truth." "You're telling me the truth now! What about all the other times?" "I was scared to tell you the truth."

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?"