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

When I lost my baby at nineteen weeks, I thought grief would be the hardest thing I’d ever survive. I didn’t know my husband and my best friend were already sharing a secret that would destroy what was left of me.

Camden was steady, dependable—the kind of man you build a life with. Elise was my chosen sister, dazzling and magnetic. She cried with me over ultrasound photos. Bought baby socks before I was twelve weeks along.

Then the heartbeat stopped.

Camden grieved for one night and never spoke of the baby again. Elise pulled away. I thought grief had simply hollowed us all out.

Six weeks later, Elise texted: “Big news!! I’m pregnant!! Please come to my gender reveal.”

I was still curled on the bathroom floor when Camden told me I had to go. “You can’t make this about you.”

At the party, Elise spoke about “unexpected blessings” and stared straight at Camden before popping the balloon. Pink confetti fell. I felt sick.

Outside, through a window, I saw Camden cradle her belly—and kiss her.

They didn’t deny it. The baby was his. My marriage ended that day.

A year later, karma arrived without mercy. Elise had been cheating again—lying to two men about who the baby belonged to. Both men left her at a cabin in the woods. Camden later confessed through a letter: the child wasn’t his after all.

Elise eventually vanished, abandoning the baby.

People ask if I’m glad karma found them. I’m not.

I’m just grateful to be free from the lies I once mistook for love.