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

And then came the worst part.

The stress. The nausea that never left. The grief pressed down on my chest every night.

Three weeks after Oliver dropped that bomb, I started bleeding.

It was too late.

I lost Emma in a cold, white hospital room, with no one by my side.

Oliver never showed. Not even a call. Judy texted me once: “I’m sorry you’re hurting.”

That was it.

That was all my sister had to say.

A few months later, they decided to get married, with a baby on the way. My parents paid for the wedding, a fancy 200-guest affair at the nicest place in town. They said, “The child needs a father,” and “It’s time to move on.”

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