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

“So what? I’m broken, so you traded me in?”

“Don’t make this dramatic,” Delaney said. “We’re trying to be adults about this.”

Mason reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He held it out to me.

“What is that?”

“Divorce papers. I’ve already signed them.”

I took the envelope with shaking hands. Around us, the party had gone completely silent. Everyone was watching. My mother stood by the dessert table with her hand over her mouth. My father looked like he wanted to kill someone.

“This is reality, Oakley,” Delaney said softly. “Time to deal with it.”

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