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

Oliver lunged toward her, face twisted in anger, trying to grab the microphone.

Judy stormed in behind him, yelling. Chairs scraped. People started standing.

And Lizzie, cool as ever, reached under the table, pulled out a silver bucket, and with perfect aim, dumped an entire load of red paint over both of them.

There was screaming everywhere.

Phones were up, with people recording the moment. Oliver shouted something unintelligible while Judy’s hands flailed in front of her, red paint dripping down her arms like a scene from a bad horror movie.

Lizzie set the mic down on the table.

“Enjoy your wedding,” she said calmly.

And she walked right out.

The video ended.

I stared at Misty’s phone, speechless.

“Wait,” I said finally. “He was with Lizzie, too?”

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