Never Lie

by Freida McFadden

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.

Oh boy

“That was probably Judy’s,” he says, even though it’s preposterous. “Or mine.”

Afffeeeeee

Even though he always looks frustratingly perfect.

Sera que ele é o EJ????

But he won’t want me listening to these tapes. He’ll tell me it’s none of my business—he always complains I’m a huge busybody. I’m not a busybody though—I just have a natural sense of curiosity. Is there anything so wrong with that?

Red flag

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

Ohh

I am absolutely terrified to tell Ethan. Waiting to have children was something he felt strongly about. He wanted us to have this time to ourselves. I have effectively ruined all of his plans. And I’m not sure how he’s going to take it. Not well, I assume. Ethan has a temper. He has never unleashed it on me, but I have observed it in action. He is the CEO of a small startup company that is taking off, and I overheard him once on the phone after one of his employees had screwed something up. My jaw was hanging open at the way he shouted at that poor man on the phone. I had no idea he had it in him. It was a worrying reminder of the fact that I’ve only known my husband for a little over a year. I don’t know yet exactly what he’s like.

Red flaaaaaag

them? Ethan would probably know the answer to that. But he wouldn’t want me listening to these tapes, so

Aff

Ethan’s mother and father both died before we were even dating. It was an accident of some sort, but he doesn’t like to talk about it—he clams up at any mention of it. At our tiny wedding, out of the thirty guests who showed up, only five of them were Ethan’s—all friends, no family. I had to struggle to pare down my guest list, whereas it seemed like he was struggling to come up with five people.

Hmmmm

“But I disagree. I feel like we have made a lot of progress. This really helps me, you know? I like coming here.” “Whether or not you have the potential to progress during these sessions, it’s reasonable that she doesn’t want to continue paying after you have been coming to me for over two years.”

Meu deeeedeeeus

services—” “But I don’t have the money, Doc. You’re expensive, you know? Who can afford that? I’m not rich like my parents. All I get is this tiny allowance that barely even covers my rent and car.”

Ele matou os pais dele?

Also, there was something creepy about his voice. I can’t put my finger on it. Something creepy and also familiar.

The painting of Dr. Adrienne Hale. The one that Ethan took down and placed facing away from us. It’s back on the wall. And Dr. Hale’s green eyes are boring into me.

Meeeeeeeu cuhuu

I don’t know why it’s so hard for him to wrap his head around this. I mean, Ethan has met every member of my family—even my great aunt Bertha, who is ninety-nine years old, was at our wedding. And I have met nobody from his family. Not even one person.

HA, WHY???

It was like something out of a horror movie. Yet Ethan doesn’t seem at all upset about it. Shouldn’t he be upset? But at the same time, I’m grateful he’s so calm. He’s such a great husband, and he’s going to be a great father. You need somebody like that—somebody who is so level-headed in a time of crisis. That’s Ethan.

AFFEEEE SUA CEGA!!!

“Goodbye, Edward,” I say.

EMMMMMMMMMMM NÃO É ETHAN?????

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