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

Judy didn’t speak to any of us for weeks.

Oliver disappeared from the town rumor mill almost entirely. Some said he moved out of state. Others said he tried to patch things up with Lizzie, who apparently told him to lose her number.

As for me?

I started therapy. I adopted a cat named Pumpkin, who liked to sleep on my belly, right where Emma used to kick. I went back to walking during my lunch breaks.

I didn’t date, not right away. I needed to find myself first. But I smiled more.

Because even though it was messy and humiliating and hurt like hell, I knew something had shifted.

I was free.

Free of the lies.

Free of guilt. And free from the version of myself who kept trying to be enough for people who never deserved me in the first place.

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