You Lied To Me Novels & Stories

"To keep being your perfect little wife? To put on a show for the world about how happy we are, so you can go screw Sophia with a clear conscience?" Vincent fell silent. "There is no 'us' anymore, Vincent," I said, my voice suddenly quiet. "I hate you. I hate your lies, I hate your hypocrisy, and I hate that I ever loved you." I turned and walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind me. I heard the sound of something smashing against the door, followed by the front door slamming shut. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely hollowed out. Just then, my laptop chimed with a new email notification.

Next comes an ultimatum or a test. "Do you want me to be honest?" I'd never live if I were honest, but I've learned to lie with ease here. "Please. Entertain me." Be convincing. Be convincing. "I sleep better by you. You take great care of me, and I like your humor and laid back side, but you've damaged my trust. You hurt me, you killed my mom, and that day when we wrestled you were uncomfortable with my leg over you so I thought I'd turn it down a notch. I'm stressed and depressed. If I told you though I'd just get beaten...or poisoned." The lie comes naturally, and sounds much better than admitting my repulsion.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

"You promised to handle Ellie's work, but you deliberately sabotaged her instead. You don't think you owe her an apology?" I scoffed and shot right back. "First of all, I never promised anything. You forced that file on me. Second, even if I did agree to help her, I never said I'd do a good job. So how exactly did I break my word?" Robert's and Ellie's faces turned ashen. They wanted to argue, but they couldn't find a single flaw in my logic. Ellie squeezed out two pathetic tears, whimpering. "Melanie, I had no idea you hated me this much. If there's no room for me here, I'll just resign!"

The words caught, useless, on my tongue. “I… I’m sorry,” I managed. My voice cracked. Tears blurred my vision. The next sound was the crash of glass. He’d hurled the flower jar to the floor; it shattered, water and petals spilling across the tiles. “Don’t you dare tell me that,” he spat. His jaw was tight, veins pulsing at his neck. “I trusted you, Brian. Why the hell would you lie to me?” I froze. The name hung heavy between us, like a lie that had nowhere left to hide.

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

“Watch your mouth.” Seeing how she refused to let go, I thought for a moment, then spoke calmly, “Wasn’t me going abroad exactly what you wanted? You pretended to be bullied so I’d take the humiliation and the beatings for you—what, your goal was achieved and you’re still unhappy?” All the color drained instantly from Lena’s face. Her eyes widened, her pale lips trembling nonstop. “You—you knew... everything... Harry, I can explain... I—” I shrugged. “But I don’t accept explanations.”

“Then, I read this. That man lost almost everything. The world around him fell apart, and he just kept going. So, I thought, if he could keep living after all that, what excuse did I have to give up?” She shifted slightly in her wheelchair and nodded toward the empty space beside her. “Want to sit for a minute?” So, I sat down. Sunlight streamed through the window and warmed the blanket that draped across her knees. “What about you?” she asked. “What happened?” I sat there in silence for a long time. It was long enough that she probably thought I was not going to answer. “I was lied to for five years,” I said. “I lost my career, my relationship, and my family. My dad died because of me.”

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed