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

“It’s my baby.”

I blinked. “Your… baby?”

Another nod.

The candle on the table flickered. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.

The chicken was getting cold. The adoption brochures sat there, mocking me.

“How long?” I asked, my voice eerily calm.

“How. Long.”

“Six months.”

And that was it.

No excuses. No “I messed up” reasons. Just silence, and the sound of my breath trying not to break.

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