I Lost My Child After My Husband Left Me for My Sister and Got Her Pregnant—On Their Wedding Day, Karma Stepped In

But Lizzie didn’t flinch.

“Because of this man,” she said, pointing directly at Oliver, “Lucy lost her baby. He’s poison. He destroys everything he touches.”

The sound in the room was electric. You could see people turning in their chairs, whispering, pulling out phones. The video zoomed slightly as Misty tried to steady her hands.

Then Lizzie dropped the hammer.

“You want to know why I’ve been gone? Why I stopped answering your calls? It’s because I was pregnant. With his baby. And I couldn’t face any of you until now.”

I felt my breath catch.

The room in the video exploded. Gasps, murmurs, someone said, “What the hell?” loud enough that I could hear it clearly. The camera shifted slightly as Misty zoomed in.

Judy screamed, “You disgusting woman!”

And Lizzie, ever the composed one, simply said, “At least I finally saw him for what he is.”

Then chaos.

Oliver lunged toward her, face twisted in anger, trying to grab the microphone. Judy stormed in behind him, yelling. Chairs scraped. People started standing.

And Lizzie, cool as ever, reached under the table, pulled out a silver bucket, and with perfect aim, dumped an entire load of red paint over both of them.

There was screaming everywhere. Phones were up, with people recording the moment. Oliver shouted something unintelligible while Judy’s hands flailed in front of her, red paint dripping down her arms like a scene from a bad horror movie.

Lizzie set the mic down on the table. Continue reading…