The Lies We Tell

The Lies We Tell

Janis Ross

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Gabby has been in love with her best friends brother Alex for as long as she can remember, but he only sees her as a kid and his sister's best friend that's always around. Then one drunken night at a party they sleep together, but the next day Alex doesn't remember it was her. What's Gabby to do?

Chapter 1 Prologue

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What happens when you go to your first party? You get drunk and end up in bed with your best friend's brother that you have always secretly been in love with. Then what happens when surprise you find out your pregnant a month later?

You test out of school early and leave everyone behind. You can't tell him about the baby because he's in love with someone else. He plans on marrying her. Hell, he thought he was with her the night that he made love to you. She's probably wearing his ring right this very moment. She's who he wants not you.

You have to even give up your best friend so that she doesn't find out and end up telling him. Your only choice is to move to another state and start over. Will a new life, and a new start really make you forget him?

What happens when your dad falls ill, and you and your little baby boy has to return home? Will you still be able to keep your secret? Or will the guy you once loved come crashing into your life? Can anyone forgive you for the huge secret you kept?

Guess only time will tell. You kept it all a secret, so you didn't ruin what he had with the woman he loves but is that enough of a reason to hurt the ones you love? Maybe he could love you if he knew. Only he doesn't know because you didn't tell him....

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