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

I blinked.

At first, I laughed. I actually laughed. Like this dry, shocked sound just came out of my throat.

“Wait,” I said, looking at him, “my sister Judy?”

He didn’t answer. Just nodded once.

Everything tilted. I remember the sound of the pan sizzling behind me, and nothing else. Just a silence so heavy I felt like I couldn’t stand up straight.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said quickly. “We didn’t plan it, Lucy. We just… fell in love. I didn’t want to lie to you anymore. I can’t fight it. I’m so sorry.”

I stared at him, and my hands instinctively went to my stomach. I remember feeling her kick, our daughter who hadn’t even been born yet, as my whole world fell apart.

“I want a divorce,” he said softly. “I want to be with her.”

Then he added, as if it would somehow help, “Please don’t hate her. This was my fault. I’ll take care of you both. I swear.”

I don’t remember how I got to the couch. I just remember sitting there, staring, the walls closing in. Everything smelled of burnt garlic. My baby was moving, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Continue reading…