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

“Crazy about you,” he replied, pulling me closer.

It felt like a movie scene. The kind you replay in your head when things get hard, reminding yourself why you fell in love in the first place.

Three years later, I was walking down the aisle in a lace dress my mom helped pick out. I was looking into his eyes, thinking, “This is it.

This is what love looks like.”

My father gave me away with tears in his eyes. My mother dabbed at her makeup in the front row. And Chloe, my sister and maid of honor, stood beside me in a pale pink dress, holding my bouquet, smiling like she was genuinely happy for me.

I remember squeezing her hand before I walked down the aisle.

“Thank you for being here,” I whispered.

She squeezed back. “Always, sis. Always.”

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