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

“You want to move in with your boyfriend at 21? Remember how that worked out for Lucy.”

I didn’t mind it most days. I liked being the helper, the one who knew how to patch drywall or file taxes. Whenever any of them needed something, whether it was rent money, a ride to a job interview, or someone to hold their hair back at 3 a.m., they called me. And I always showed up.

And when I met Oliver, it finally felt like someone was showing up for me.

He was 34, worked in IT, and had this calm energy that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. He made me laugh until my stomach hurt, brewed tea when I had migraines, and would tuck me in when I fell asleep on the couch watching true crime documentaries.

Two years into our marriage, we had a rhythm. Inside jokes, takeout Fridays, and lazy Sundays where we played board games in our pajamas. I was six months pregnant with our first baby. We had already picked out a name: Emma, if it was a girl, and Nate, if it was a boy.

Then, one Thursday evening, he came home late. I was in the kitchen making stir-fry vegetables, and he stood in the doorway, hands clenched.

“Lucy,” he said, “we need to talk.”

I remember wiping my hands on the dishtowel, my heart skipping but not panicking. I thought maybe he’d got laid off again, or he’d crashed the car. Something fixable.

But his face. I still remember it. Pale, drawn. He looked like he’d been holding something in for days.

He took a breath and said, “Judy’s pregnant.” Continue reading…