My Husband Betrayed Me with My Own Sister – But on Their Wedding Day, Karma Caught Up with Them

I didn’t scream or throw anything.

I just picked up my keys and walked out.

“Where are you going?” he asked, finally finding his voice.

“To see Chloe,” I said without looking back.

“Hannah, wait… please, we need to talk about this…”

But I was already gone. The door slammed behind me, and I heard him call my name one more time before I got into my car.

The drive to Chloe’s apartment was a blur. I don’t remember stopping at red lights or changing lanes.

I just remember gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

Chloe answered the door like she was expecting me. That smug little smirk — the one she used to wear when we were kids and she got the last piece of cake — was right there, front and center.

“You’re here sooner than I thought,” she said, leaning against the doorway in leggings and a loose tee, her stomach already showing a bit. “Guess Ryan couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

“Is it true?” My voice cracked, but I held my ground.

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