My daughter had existed as the center of attention for less than one minute.
I quietly walked inside.
Daniel found me crying in the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“I didn’t know she’d do that.”
Neither did I.
But somehow…
I wasn’t surprised.
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Something Didn’t Add Up
Over the following weeks, Angela became obsessed with her “pregnancy.”
She posted daily updates online.
Baby bump photos.
Morning sickness stories.
Shopping trips.
People congratulated her everywhere she went.
Yet something felt… wrong.
She never mentioned doctor’s appointments.
She changed due dates.
Her stomach looked different depending on the clothes she wore.
One afternoon, I stopped at the mall after buying baby clothes.
As I walked past a costume shop, something caught my eye.
Angela.
She stood near a display filled with theatrical makeup.
The cashier handed her a large beige package.
Curious, I stepped closer without being seen.
The package read:
Realistic Silicone Pregnancy Belly.
My heart stopped.
Angela laughed with the cashier.
“This one looks much more natural.”
“I need it for a family event.”
She paid.
She left.
I stood frozen.
There wasn’t a baby.
There had never been one.
But why?
Attention?
Sympathy?
Something else?
I wanted to confront her immediately.
Instead…
I waited.
Because people determined to build lies usually make one fatal mistake.
They keep adding to them.
Her Biggest Performance Yet
A month later, elegant invitations arrived.
Angela’s Gender Reveal Celebration.
I almost laughed.
Daniel stared at the invitation for a long time.
“I don’t understand.”
Neither did he.
He had begun noticing the inconsistencies too.
The impossible timelines.
The missing medical appointments.
The constantly changing stories.
Still…
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