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

The following weekend, I found myself back at the same beach where Ryan once proposed. I stood barefoot on the sand, wind tugging at my hair, watching the tide roll in.

No tears.

No flashbacks. Just me. Still standing.

Still breathing.

My phone buzzed with a message from Chloe:

“I know you’re happy now.”

I read it twice, then deleted it without replying.

Some people never change. Some don’t even try.

I walked along the shore until the sun dipped behind the waves. And somewhere in the quiet, I said to myself, “I didn’t lose them.

I let them go.”

And that, finally, was the truth.