After losing my baby, I found out my husband was my sister’s future baby’s father — karma surfaced for them not long after.

Ouadie Rhabbouron

“So that’s it?” Delaney’s tears were coming faster now. “You’re just going to turn your back on us? On your pregnant sister?”

“The way you turned your back on me? Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“Oakley…” Mason reached for me.

“Don’t touch me.” I stepped back. “You don’t get to ask me for forgiveness. You don’t get to make me the bad guy because I won’t absolve you of your guilt. You did this. Both of you. And now you get to live with it.”

I closed the door in their faces.

A closed door | Source: Freepik

A closed door | Source: Freepik

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Through the wall, I heard Delaney sobbing. Heard Mason trying to comfort her. Heard them walk away.

I didn’t feel bad or guilty. I just felt… free.

I heard later that Mason started drinking. He pushed everyone away until even Delaney couldn’t stand to be around him anymore. They eventually split up. She moved back in with our parents, bitter and broken. Mason disappeared somewhere out west.

I ran into Delaney once, about a few weeks after everything went down. She was coming out of the grocery store with baby supplies as I was going in. We made eye contact. She opened her mouth as if she might say something.

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I ignored her and just kept walking.

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A woman in a store | Source: Unsplash

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