She lied about being pregnant to keep her man. But at the baby shower, the doctor who was supposed to cover for her spilled the truth.
I never imagined one little lie could shatter everything I believed in—especially a friendship like mine and Gemma’s. We’d been inseparable since uni—late-night talks, weekend trips, endless support. But one lie, one desperate choice, changed everything.
Gemma started acting off—distant, distracted, glued to her phone, always running late. I blamed work at first, but something felt wrong with her and her bloke, Oliver. They were the perfect couple—or so it seemed. Then one night, while we were watching telly at her place, she whispered:
*”I’m pregnant.”*
My stomach dropped.
*”What? Seriously?”*
*”Yeah.”* Her voice wavered, lip trembling. *”I don’t know what to do. Ollie’s desperate for a kid. But I… I’m terrified. If I tell him it’s not real, he’ll leave.”*
That’s when the dread set in. Gemma? Strong, independent Gemma? Faking a pregnancy? I tried to talk sense into her, but she wouldn’t budge: *”It’s the only way to keep him.”*
At first, I played along. Then things got sketchy. No bump. Vague mentions of “doctor’s visits.” She’d brush me off, mumbling about “complications”—but none of it added up.
When I offered to go to an appointment with her, she went pale. *”No. I don’t want you worrying.”*
That’s when I *knew* something was off. But I never expected the truth to come out like *this*.
Ollie, clueless, threw her a surprise baby shower—family, friends, coworkers, the lot. Balloons, gifts, cake—everything perfect.
Until *he* walked in.
Dr. Harrison.
*”Cheers for coming, Doc,”* Ollie beamed, shaking his hand. *”Gem’s told me so much about you.”*
My gut twisted. The doctor froze. His eyes locked onto Gemma’s—stern, disappointed.
*”Gemma,”* he said quietly. *”It’s time.”*
The room went dead silent.
*”I—I’m not pregnant,”* she choked out. *”I’m sorry, Ollie. I just… I was scared you’d leave.”*
Ollie’s face went cold. No shouting—just a voice like ice:
*”You lied. You pretended you were carrying my kid. You betrayed me.”*
Gemma sobbed, but it was too late. The party was over.
*”Everyone out,”* Ollie said, staring right through her.
I stood there, watching not just their relationship crumble, but everything I thought I knew about my best mate. She’d lied to everyone. Manipulated them. Even begged the doctor to play along—and he’d pitied her enough to agree. But today? He couldn’t stomach the charade anymore.
Ollie was gutted. But he did the right thing—he didn’t rage. He just walked away. And somehow, that hurt worse.
As for me? I learned something: friendship can be a lie, too. Sometimes the person you trust most turns out to be a stranger. Secrets always find the light. And no matter how hard you pretend—truth catches up in the end.
