Then, I bumped into the only gynecologic oncologist in town at a café. When I mentioned Lily’s name, her face went blank. “I’ve never treated anyone named Lily,” she said. That’s when it all unraveled. No doctor, no hospital records, no prescriptions — Lily had faked the entire thing to escape debt.
I confronted her. She cried and admitted it all. I gave her a chance to come clean to our parents — she didn’t. So I did. The betrayal broke them. Lily screamed that I’d ruined her life, but the truth is, she shattered ours with her lies. She used our love as a weapon, and some wounds run too deep to heal.