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

I didn’t need another man. I needed to know I could survive on my own.

And I did.

For years, I rebuilt myself piece by piece.

By the time I hit 30, five years since my failed and short-lived marriage, I had my own cozy apartment, a job promotion I fought hard for with long hours at work, and a new silver SUV that I paid off myself.

My life wasn’t glamorous, but it was solid. And for once, I didn’t feel like I was living in someone else’s shadow.

I still saw my parents regularly.

I just worked around Chloe’s schedule. My mom quietly admitted that Chloe had changed; she was moody, demanding, and not as “shiny” as before. But I didn’t ask for details.

I didn’t want to know. I’d buried that chapter and moved on.

Or so I thought.

One random Tuesday changed everything.

Although I generally worked from home, I had to go into the office that day. I went in for quarterly reports, back-to-back meetings, and coffee that tasted like burnt paper.

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