My Husband Got My Best Friend Pregnant When I Lost My Baby – Karma Had a ‘Gift’ for Them on Their 1st Anniversary

I burst into the hallway where I’d spotted them, my scream tearing from my chest, loud enough to stop the whole party.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

They jumped apart. Elise clutched her belly protectively and started crying. “We were going to tell you.

It just… happened. Camden’s the father.”

Everything after that was a blur of noise and white-hot agony. I left.

Camden didn’t follow, and Elise didn’t apologize.

My marriage ended right there. Two weeks later, Camden and Elise moved in together.

The fallout was predictable and swift. Half of our old friends cut me off, half cut them off.

It was ugly.

Camden’s family was initially cold toward me, but then Elise posted a maternity photoshoot on Instagram showing Camden holding her belly like a trophy.

That was the line.

His own mother sent me a simple text message: “I raised a snake.”

Good.

They married quietly the day their daughter was born. They had the audacity to send me a birth announcement, which went straight into the trash.

I started to rebuild.

Months passed, and I was just beginning to feel something like normal again when Camden’s sister called me.

She was laughing when I answered. “Oakley. Oh my God.

Have you heard?”

“What?” I asked, my blood turning to ice.

“You need to sit down right now.”

“Harper, what happened? Just tell me.”

She snorted, trying to compose herself. “I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but this is biblical.

I swear.”

“WHAT happened?”

She exhaled shakily, and then, she laid it out for me.

Camden had surprised Elise with a “romantic getaway” at a cabin in the woods for their first wedding anniversary.

On the second night, Elise heard noises outside. Camden, ever the hero, mumbled it was “probably a raccoon” and went to investigate.

It was not a raccoon.

It was Elise’s boyfriend.

That’s right.

Eight months postpartum, Elise was having an affair. While married to the man she stole from me.

But that’s not even the worst of it! Apparently, she’d been telling him that the baby was his.

She had been telling Camden the baby was his. Both men believed her.

“So, what happened?” I asked.

“Well, this man, Rick, or Nick, something like that, showed up at the cabin, ready to ‘confront the truth.’ He wanted her to leave Camden and move in with him.

Camden and Rick started yelling at each other, and then this man pulled out his phone and started flashing TEXTS. Screenshots. Dates.

Times. Photos. Everything.”

I could barely speak.

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