Right After My Wedding, My Husband and Sister Betrayed Me – But Years Later, Karma Made Them Pay

My parents were horrified when they found out.

My dad kept pacing in disbelief. My mom cried and clutched her pearls like she’d just discovered her daughter was capable of war crimes.

But even then, even when they agreed it was disgusting and wrong, they still couldn’t fully let her go; they love her.

“She’s still your sister,” my mom whispered one night. “She’s our daughter, family.

Please don’t let this tear us apart.”

They begged me to “try and understand,” to “forgive eventually,” because in their eyes, we were still family. But I couldn’t. Not then.

Not after everything.

I stopped coming to family dinners. I skipped holidays. I told my parents to let me know if Chloe would be around so I could be somewhere else.

They respected that, mostly. Still, they kept in touch with her.

They said she and Ethan moved in together. No wedding or baby, at least not yet.

But I didn’t care. I wanted nothing to do with either of them.

So, while they kept in touch with Chloe, I kept my distance.

My world had collapsed, but I rebuilt slowly and painfully, with shaking hands and sleepless nights. Therapy helped a lot.

I threw myself into work, and I stopped trying to date.

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