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

She shrugged.

“You already know the answer.”

I wanted to slap her. I wanted to scream until the whole street heard. But I didn’t.

Instead, I said, “How long has it been going on?”

Chloe tucked a strand of her perfect blonde hair behind her ear.

“Six months.”

Six months. Half a year. While I was crying over negative pregnancy tests and researching adoption agencies, she was sleeping with my husband.

“Six months,” I repeated slowly.

“So… that family dinner in April? When you hugged me and said you were proud of me for staying strong?”

She didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

“What do you want me to say, Hannah?”

My throat burned. “You looked me in the eye. You hugged me.

You smiled at my wedding. You were my maid of honor, Chloe!”

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