I lost my child after my husband left me for my sister and got her pregnant—but on their wedding day, my other sister called me and said, “You do NOT want to miss this.” I have three sisters—Judy, Lizzie, and Misty. I’m the oldest. I was the first to get married—to the man I thought was my soulmate, Oliver. He was everything I’d ever wanted: kind, funny, ambitious. For two years, our marriage felt perfect. Then, when I was pregnant with our first child, he came home one night…

I adopted a cat. Started therapy. Took long walks on my lunch breaks again. I learned how to exist without bending myself into shapes that made everyone else comfortable.

I stopped trying to be the dependable one at my own expense.

People say karma doesn’t always come. That sometimes you have to accept justice will never arrive.

But that night? Watching Judy scream, watching Oliver slip on wet paint in a ruined tux, watching the truth explode in front of everyone who enabled their betrayal?

Karma came.

And it was glorious.