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Обманутая беременность разоблачена на baby shower: врач открыл правду
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Она соврала, что беременна, лишь бы удержать мужчину. Но на baby shower врач, который должен был покрывать её ложь, всё раскрыл.
Я даже не думала, что одна-единственная ложь может разрушить всё, во что я верила. Особенно нашу дружбу с Таней. Мы были неразлучны с самого университета: учёба, ночные разговоры, путешествия, поддержка — всё делили пополам. Но одно отчаянное решение перевернуло всё с ног на голову.
Таня изменилась. Стала замкнутой, часто опаздывала, то и дело пропадала, нервничала, уткнувшись в телефон. Я списывала это на работу, но чуяла — в её отношениях с парнем Сергеем что-то пошло не так. А ведь они казались идеальной парой. Но однажды вечером, когда мы, как обычно, смотрели фильм у неё дома, Таня вдруг прошептала:
— Я беременна.
Я остолбенела.
— Что?.. Ты серьёзно?
— Да. — Голос её дрожал, она кусала губу. — Не знаю, что делать. Сергей так хочет ребёнка… А я… Боюсь. Но если скажу правду — он уйдёт.
И тут меня впервые пробрал холод. Таня? Та самая уверенная в себе Таня? Врёт про беременность? Я пыталась её образумить, но она стояла на своём:
— Это единственный способ его удержать.
Сначала я поддерживала. Но потом начала замечать странности. «Живот» не рос. Она рассказывала про «врачей», но без подробностей. Всё время увиливала, говорила о «сложной беременности» — но это не было похоже на правду.
Когда я предложила пойти с ней на приём, Таня побледнела.
— Нет, не надо… Не хочу тебя тревожить…
Стало ясно — что-то не так. Но я не ожидала, что правда вылезет наружу так быстро… и так жёстко.
Сергей, ничего не подозревая, решил устроить Танье сюрприз — baby shower. Позвал всех: родных, друзей, коллег. Шарики, подарки, угощения — всё было готово.
Пока не появился он — доктор Петров.
— Спасибо, что пришли, доктор, — радостно пожал ему руку Сергей. — Таня столько о вас рассказывала.
У меня внутри всё сжалось. Доктор замер. Взглянул на Таню. И в его глазах читалось нечто тревожное.
— Таня… — произнёс он тихо, но твёрдо. — Пора сказать правду.
В комнате повисло молчание. Таня побелела, губы её дрожали.
— Я… не беременна, — выдавила она. — Прости, Серёж… Я просто… Боялась, что ты уйдёшь…
Сергей окаменел. Кулаки сжались. Он не кричал. Его голос прозвучал тихо, но боль в нём была страшнее любого крика:
— Ты врала мне. Притворялась, что носишь моего ребёнка. Предала.
Таня заплакала, но было поздно. Гости молчали. Праздник превратился в позор.
— Всё, вечеринка закончена, — бросил Сергей, глядя на неё в упор. — Всем уйти.
Я стояла в стороне и чувствовала, как рушится не только их любовь, но и моя вера в подругу. Она лгала всем. Манипулировала. Даже врача, как выяснилось, умоляла молчать — и он, сжалившись, согласился. Но на baby shower понял: дальше врать нельзя.
Сергей был в шоке. Но поступил правильно — не стал мстить, просто ушёл. И это и была его месть — холодная, без слов, окончательная.
А я? Я поняла: дружба тоже может оказаться ложью. Порой человек, которого ты считала родным, становится чужим. Все тайное становится явным. И сколько ни ври — правда всё равно настигнет.
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