Never Lie

by Freida McFadden

It’s so amazing sharing my life with him. Except for the one big secret he doesn’t know about yet.

“What kind of arrogant, self-obsessed person would put a gigantic painting of herself over the fireplace?”

How are you? The three most useless words in the universe of communication. Nobody who asks that question wants to know the answer. And nobody who answers ever tells the truth.

I just hope he feels the same way about me after he finds out about my revelation. I feel ill every time I think about it. But I can’t keep it from him much longer.

Human beings don’t deal well with rejection.

And I can’t tell Ethan why because he doesn’t know that I’m pregnant.

I suppose it’s because my body is making an entire other person.

A psychological study demonstrated that cheating or breaking rules results in an unexpectedly good mood afterward. As well as a brief sense of freedom from all rules. So perhaps we should all bend the rules sometimes.

Somebody was using the sleeping bag very recently.

“And also, I love… you.” There it is. The three words we’ve both been skirting around for the last several weeks.

I believe that any human being is capable of terrible things if you push them hard enough.

“I want you, Adrienne.”

I’ve lost him. The first guy I ever loved, and I’ve screwed it all up.

I’m not a murderer. Okay, technically I am.

Adrienne Hale is hardly the first person I have killed.

he would have called Judy and found out we never had an appointment for last night.

GW. Gail Wiley. Ethan’s mother.

“Fine,” he says. “I killed her.”

“I think that guy Luke is going to be a big problem. He knows way too much.”

my mother always said that the only way two people can keep a secret is if one of them is dead.