I Lost My Child After My Husband Left Me for My Sister and Got Her Pregnant—On Their Wedding Day, Karma Stepped In
I stayed home the night my ex-husband married my sister. I couldn’t bear to watch the man who left me while I was pregnant play happy groom under twinkle lights my parents paid for.
I was in his old hoodie, halfway through a bad rom-com, when my phone rang.
It was my youngest sister, breathless. “Get here. Now. Trust me.”
When I reached the venue, guests were flooding outside, whispering, phones raised. Inside, Judy stood in her perfect white gown — drenched in red paint. Oliver’s tux matched.
For one wild second I thought it was blood.
Then I saw Lizzie.
Misty dragged me to the side and showed me the video. Lizzie had taken the mic during the toast.
“Before we celebrate,” she said, calm as ice, “you should know Oliver told me he loved me too. He asked me to get rid of my baby so it wouldn’t ruin this wedding.”
The room detonated.
Judy screamed. Oliver lunged.
Lizzie lifted a silver bucket and poured red paint over both of them.
“Enjoy your wedding,” she said, and walked out.
Apparently he’d tried the same routine on Misty, too.
I stepped outside into the cool air and, for the first time since losing my daughter, I could breathe.
People say karma is slow.
That night, it arrived fast.
And it was magnificent.
