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

Inside, the air was heavy. Everyone was talking in hushed voices. Some guests were craning their necks toward the front of the hall, where the main commotion seemed to be happening.

And there they were.

Judy, standing near the floral archway, had her white wedding gown absolutely soaked in what looked like blood. Her hair stuck to her shoulders. Oliver was beside her, trying to calm her down, his tux completely ruined and dripping red.

For one terrifying second, I thought something violent had happened. My stomach twisted.

But then the smell hit me.

It wasn’t blood. It was paint. Thick, sticky red paint that clung to the floor, the tablecloths, and the expensive white roses they’d probably paid a fortune for.

I was frozen in the doorway, unsure of what I’d just walked into, when I spotted Misty near the back.

She looked like she was going to explode from trying to hold in her laughter.

“Finally,” she whispered, grabbing my wrist. “You made it. Come on.”

“What happened?” I asked, still dazed.

She bit her lip and tugged me toward the corner.

“You need to see it yourself,” she said, already pulling her phone out of her purse. “I got the whole thing. Sit.”

We huddled against the back wall, away from the chaos, and she tapped play.

The video started right around the toasts. Judy was dabbing her eyes with a napkin, guests raising glasses, Oliver beaming like the world’s most punchable golden retriever. Then, Lizzie stood up. Continue reading…