She lied about being pregnant to keep her man. But at the baby shower, the doctor who was supposed to cover for her exposed everything.
I never imagined a single lie could shatter everything I believed in—especially a friendship like the one I had with Gemma. We’d been inseparable since university: studying together, late-night talks, trips, endless support. But one lie, one desperate choice, changed it all.
Gemma had changed. Distant, always late, glued to her phone, on edge. I blamed work, but something felt off with her boyfriend, Oliver, too. From the outside, they were perfect. Then one evening, curled up with a film at her flat, she whispered:
“I’m pregnant.”
My blood ran cold.
“What? You’re serious?”
“Yes.” Her voice trembled. “Oliver wants kids so badly. But I… I’m terrified. If I tell him the truth, he’ll leave.”
That’s when the dread hit. Gemma—strong, independent Gemma—faking a pregnancy? I tried reasoning with her, but she wouldn’t budge: “It’s the only way to keep him.”
At first, I played along. Then the cracks showed. No bump. Vague doctor visits. Dodged questions about scans. When I offered to go with her to an appointment, she paled. “No, it’s fine… don’t worry.”
I knew then—something was wrong. But I never expected the truth to unravel so brutally.
Oliver, clueless, organised a baby shower. Balloons, gifts, cake—the lot. Then in walked Dr. Whitmore.
“Thanks for coming, Doctor,” Oliver beamed, shaking his hand. “Gemma’s told me so much about you.”
My stomach dropped. The doctor froze, his eyes locking onto Gemma—a silent warning.
“Gemma,” he said, steady but firm. “It’s time.”
The room held its breath. She went ghost-white.
“I’m… not pregnant.” Her voice broke. “I’m sorry, Oliver. I was scared you’d leave…”
Oliver’s fists clenched. No shouting—just quiet devastation. “You lied. You pretended to carry my child. You betrayed me.”
Her tears meant nothing now. The party was a farce.
“Everyone, get out,” Oliver said, eyes hollow.
I stood there, watching more than their relationship crumble—my trust in her did too. She’d manipulated everyone, even the doctor, who’d pitied her enough to stay silent… until today.
Oliver walked away. No drama, just finality. And for me? I learned this: friendship can be built on lies. The person you’d trust with your life might be a stranger. Secrets always surface. No matter how long you run, the truth catches up.
