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

I was the oldest and the dependable one. The first to get braces, the first to have a job, and the one Mom used as a cautionary tale whenever the others wanted to do something stupid.

“You want to move in with your boyfriend at 21?

Remember how that worked out for Lucy.”

I didn’t mind it most days. I liked being the helper, the one who knew how to patch drywall or file taxes. Whenever any of them needed something, whether it was rent money, a ride to a job interview, or someone to hold their hair back at 3 a.m., they called me.

And I always showed up.

And when I met Oliver, it finally felt like someone was showing up for me.

He was 34, worked in IT, and had this calm energy that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. He made me laugh until my stomach hurt, brewed tea when I had migraines, and would tuck me in when I fell asleep on the couch watching true crime documentaries.

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