I fell in love with a guy, and he kept going back and forth between me and his ex-girlfriend, so I lied to him that I was pregnant. He married me, and I got pregnant almost immediately. No one noticed the “set-up”.
So 25 years have passed, and today my husband says to me, “I’m so sorry I made you nervous then, choosing between you and my ex! What a smart, beautiful daughter we have! And you and I have such a good life (which is true).
I dreamt today that I married the other girl: what a nightmare that was!” I guess sometimes lies come in handy.