I Lost My Child After My Husband Left Me for My Sister and Got Her Pregnant—On Their Wedding Day, Karma Stepped In
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And she walked right out.
The video ended.
I stared at Misty’s phone, speechless.
“Wait,” I said finally. “He was with Lizzie, too?”
Misty nodded, slipping her phone back into her clutch.
“And he tried to sleep with me, too,” she added, rolling her eyes. “Back in March. Sent me a sob story about how lonely he was and how Judy didn’t understand him. I told him to go cry to someone else.”
My mouth opened, but no words came.
“You okay?” Misty asked gently.
“I think so,” I said. “I mean… no. But also, kind of? I don’t know.”
