I Lost My Child After My Husband Left Me for My Sister and Got Her Pregnant—On Their Wedding Day, Karma Stepped In

I wanted to see it for myself.

Ten minutes later, I was driving across town, heart pounding the whole way.

When I pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, I immediately knew something was off. People were gathered in clumps outside the entrance, dressed in suits and gowns, arms crossed, phones out, whispering and wide-eyed. One woman in a lilac dress actually gasped when she saw me walking up the sidewalk.

Inside, the air was heavy.

Everyone was talking in hushed voices. Some guests were craning their necks toward the front of the hall, where the main commotion seemed to be happening.

And there they were.

Judy, standing near the floral archway, had her white wedding gown absolutely soaked in what looked like blood. Her hair stuck to her shoulders.

Oliver was beside her, trying to calm her down, his tux completely ruined and dripping red.

For one terrifying second, I thought something violent had happened. My stomach twisted.

But then the smell hit me.

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