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BRIDE BOUGHT US EXPENSIVE BRIDESMAIDS’ DRESSES FOR HER WEDDING, AND THEN DEMANDED THAT WE PAY HER BACK! BUT KARMA IMMEDIATELY DID ITS JOB. Wow, this wedding was really a day to remember. So, Emily, our beautiful bride, bought the dresses for her bridesmaids herself — she chose a specific print to match the wedding theme. Now, just picture this. The wedding’s in full swing, we’re all having a blast, dancing and celebrating, when Emily gathers us bridesmaids around and drops this bombshell: “Ladies, each of your dresses cost $1,200. I’ll need you all to reimburse me. How would you like to handle it? Cash or transfer?” We’re all just staring at each other, totally confused. Sure, the dresses looked good, but we had no idea they would be so pricey, and they were so specific to match the wedding theme it’s not even like we could wear them again… The mood got super awkward. Anyway, we were ready to open our banking apps and transfer her money when suddenly, KARMA STRUCK BACK. Imagine that: there’s this loud commotion from the other side of the hall, we all turn around, and Emily’s face GOES WHITE AS SHE SEES ⬇️
My birthday party was in full swing when my husband suddenly said he had to leave for “work.” Something about it didn’t sit right. What I saw when I decided to follow him left me questioning everything. I always thought turning 35 would be uneventful. Maybe dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. A quiet cake at home with the kids. But instead, my husband planned a gorgeous birthday picnic by the lake. The sun was warm, the breeze perfect, and the laughter of our daughters filled the air. It should have been the perfect day. But it wasn’t. My name is Rachel, and what happened that day cracked the life I thought I had wide open. My husband, Mark, had gone all out. There were picnic blankets arranged in a perfect circle, floral centerpieces, fresh fruit platters, and even a chocolate cake so tall it looked like it belonged on a wedding table. Our daughters, Ava and Lila, were running around with juice boxes and water balloons. My friends and siblings chatted happily, sipping wine. I felt loved. Celebrated. I looked around at everything and thought, Wow. He really sees me. Until he didn’t. I was holding the cake knife, laughing as Ava proudly pointed to the sprinkles she had poured on, when I realized Mark was nowhere in sight. I scanned the crowd. Then I spotted him, standing alone by a tree, phone pressed to his ear, face tight with tension. “Mark?” I called out, walking toward him. He jerked slightly, like I’d startled him. “Yeah—uh, just a minute.” When he hung up, I asked, “Everything okay?” He hesitated just a moment too long. “Yeah. Just something urgent at work,” he muttered. “I have to run to the office for a bit.” It was Saturday. His office never called on weekends. And certainly not during his wife’s birthday party. Something twisted in my gut. “Now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light. “Yeah. Won’t be long.” Before I could protest, he kissed my cheek and slipped away. I watched him walk to the car, my heart beating faster. Something didn’t feel right. So I did something I’ve never done before. I followed him. I told my sister I needed to grab something from the car and quietly drove away, keeping my distance as Mark’s silver SUV turned onto the main road. At first, I thought maybe I was being paranoid. But then he took a turn I wasn’t expecting—he wasn’t going toward the office. He was heading back into our neighborhood. What kind of work emergency brings you back home? I thought. I trailed him carefully, my palms damp on the steering wheel. He turned onto our street and pulled into our own driveway like nothing was unusual. My heart thudded. I parked a few houses away, waited a few moments, then crept up the walkway and peeked in through the side window. That’s when I saw him. He wasn’t on a call. He wasn’t rummaging for paperwork. Mark was on the couch, wearing his noise-canceling gaming headset, completely immersed in a video game. I watched in disbelief as he leaned back, barking excited instructions into his mic, laughing and swearing like a teenager. All while our guests were back at the lake, singing “Happy Birthday” without the man who was supposed to love me most. I should’ve barged in. I should’ve screamed. But I didn’t. I quietly stepped back, sat in my car, and stared blankly at the dashboard. This was his “urgent work”? The man who promised me forever had left my party to play games alone. That would’ve been betrayal enough. But fate wasn’t done yet. A dark idea flickered in my mind. I picked up my phone and called Nina, our next-door neighbor. Nina was the bubbly type—always dressed up, always smiling, always a little too friendly. She and Mark had once been caught laughing at a barbecue, and I’d noticed how he leaned in a little too close when she spoke. “Hey, Nina,”… (continue reading in the 1st comment)
“Ugh! You can’t be serious! Are you really making her sit here?! Miss, you better do something about it!” Louis Newman grumbled as he noticed a mother-of-three approaching his adjacent seats with the assistance of a stewardess. “I’m sorry, sir,” the stewardess replied gently, showing him the tickets. “These seats have been assigned to Mrs. Debbie Brown and her children, and we can’t do anything about it. I’d request you to kindly cooperate with us.” “You don’t understand, Miss! I have a crucial meeting with foreign investors. Her children will keep chit-chatting and making noises, and I cannot afford to lose this deal!” “Sir….” The stewardess had just started speaking when Debbie interrupted her. “It’s all right. I can sit somewhere else if the other passengers are willing to swap seats with my children and me. That isn’t an issue for me.” “Not at all, ma’am!” the stewardess shot back. “You’re sitting here because you paid for it, and you have the right to be here! It makes no difference whether someone likes it or not, and sir,” she turned to Louis, “I’d appreciate it if you could be patient until the flight is over.” Millionaire businessman Louis Newman was annoyed that the stewardess had refused his request, but what irritated him even more was that he was forced to sit next to a woman who seemed not to belong to the business class, wearing the cheapest clothes on the flight. He put on his AirPods to avoid being forced into conversation with the woman and turned his face away as she sat beside him, having helped her children secure themselves tightly to their seats. Soon, the boarding process was completed, with passengers settling into their assigned seats, and the flight took off. It was the first time Debbie and her children were flying business class, so as the flight left the runway for the skies, the children began chirping in joy. “Mom!” cried her daughter Stacey. “Look, we’re finally flying! Yay!” Some passengers on the plane turned to look at Stacey and smiled at her innocence, but Louis had a scornful expression on his face. “Listen,” he said as he faced Debbie. “Could you please ask your children to be quiet? Because I missed my previous flight, I’m joining a meeting from here. I don’t want any kind of disruption.” “I’m sorry,” Debbie politely replied as she motioned for the children to remain quiet. Louis’s meeting lasted almost the entire flight, and as he spoke, Debbie realized he was a businessman who was mainly into the fabrics industry, as she could see he’d mentioned fabrics frequently and had a handbook with designs. When Louis’s meeting was finished, Debbie approached him and asked, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Louis didn’t want to talk to her, but since his meeting had gone well and the investors had agreed to the deal, he was quite pleased and let go of his arrogance. “Umm…Yeah, sure, go ahead.” “I noticed you had a handbook with fabric samples and designs. Do you work in the clothing industry?” “Uhhh…yeah, you could say that. I own a clothing company in New York. We just closed a deal. I hadn’t really hoped it would work, but it did.” “Oh, that’s lovely. Congratulations! Actually, I run a small boutique in Texas. It’s more of a family affair. It was started by my in-laws in New York. We recently opened a unit in Texas. I was really impressed with the designs you were presenting.” Louis gave her a sarcastic laugh. “Thanks, lady! But the designs that my company makes are not like some local or family boutique thing; we hire some of the best designers, and we just cracked a deal with the best designing company in the world! A BOUTIQUE, SERIOUSLY?!” He muttered loudly enough while smirking to m…o..c…k Debbie. “Oh, well,” Debbie felt humiliated by his comment, but she maintained her composure. “I – I understand. It must be something really huge for you.” “Something huge?” Louis smirked, shaking his head. “A poor woman like you would never understand what it means, but it was a million-dollar deal! Let me ask you this again,” he said after pausing for a brief while. “I mean, I saw your tickets and everything. I know you’re here flying business class with us, but trust me, you don’t look like someone who deserves to be here! Maybe try economy the next time and look for people who own boutiques like you?” Debbie’s patience was wearing thin at this point. “Listen, sir,” she said sternly. “I understand; it’s my first time flying in business class, and I had trouble figuring out the check-in process and everything, but don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself? My husband is on the flight with us, but…” Before Debbie could finish her sentence, an announcement over the intercom signaled their arrival at JFK. However, rather than turning off the intercom after his announcement, the pilot, Captain Tyler Brown, had something more to say. “Also I would like to thank every passenger on this flight, especially …. (continue reading in the 1st comment)⬇️
My stepmother thought she had it all figured out when she locked me inside to stop me from reaching the altar. But one small thing she overlooked turned her perfect day into a total disaster. Buckle up. This still doesn’t feel real. I’m 30. My dad is 61. And about three months ago, he told me he was getting married again. “To Dana!” he said, all bright-eyed like a teenager. “We’re doing a small wedding. Just close friends and family.” Dana. Fifty-something. Wears heels like they’re glued to her feet. Talks like she’s always in a sales pitch. And I swear she’s made of 70% Botox and 30% bad vibes. Now, I never hated Dana. I tried. Really, really tried. I laughed at her jokes. Even the ones that made no sense. I ate every dry, overcooked casserole with a smile. I bought her a nice scarf one Christmas. She never wore it. From the beginning, she made it clear I wasn’t welcome. Not outright, of course. That would’ve been too honest. But in a thousand little ways. Every time Dad and I were getting close again—like, sharing old memories or laughing at stupid movies—Dana would get weird. She’d start coughing. Or say she had a migraine. Once, she actually claimed she had food poisoning twice in the same week. My dad would say, “She’s just sensitive, honey. You know how her stomach is.” Yeah, sensitive to not being the center of attention. She treated me like I was a ghost, not a daughter. Not even a person. Just something left over from a life she didn’t want to deal with. Still, I showed up. Every holiday. Every birthday. Every Sunday call. Then came the big call from Dad. “We’ve got a date!” he said. “Next month! Dana and I are tying the knot!” “That’s great, Dad,” I said, fake-smiling through the phone. “I’m happy for you.” “She wants to keep it small. You know how she is. Just close people.” “Of course,” I said. “Whatever makes you both happy.” I never got an invite. No text. No card. Nothing from Dana. But I didn’t make a thing of it. I figured she was just being… her. I still wanted to support my dad. I bought a simple powder blue dress. Matched it with some low heels. Took Friday off work so I could drive down early and help out. Maybe set up chairs or something. Two weeks before the wedding, Dad called. “Dana says you should stay with us,” he told me. “No need to waste money on a hotel.” That gave me pause. “She said that?” I asked. “Yeah, she insisted. Said she wanted to make it easy for you.” Huh. That didn’t sound like Dana. But I didn’t argue. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll be there Friday night.” And I was. I got there a little after seven. Dana opened the door and smiled, sort of. “Long drive?” she asked. “Not too bad,” I said, dragging my bag inside. She handed me a mug of lukewarm tea and pointed toward the guest room. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t wake us—we’ve got a big day tomorrow.” She disappeared into her room. Dad came out a few minutes later in sweatpants and slippers. “Hey, kiddo,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “Glad you made it.” We stayed up chatting. Just the two of us on the couch, reminiscing about road trips and the time our old car broke down in Kentucky. Around midnight, I went to bed feeling good. Hopeful, even. I had no idea what was waiting for me. I woke up the next morning feeling a little nervous, sure, but mostly excited to see my dad get married. Whatever I thought of Dana, this day was still important to him. I rolled over and grabbed for my phone. Gone. Weird. Mayve I left it on the kitchen counter? I veguely remembered plugging it in before going to bed. No big deal. I got up, put on my dress and make up, and padded into the kitchen. Nothing. No phone. No coffee. No breakfast smells. No sounds. The whole place felt… dead. I checked the key hook. Empty. My stomach dropped a little. I walked to the front door and turned the handle. It didn’t budge. The deadbolt was locked. I tried the back door. Same thing. Then the windows. Every single one was locked tight. I called out, “Dana?” Nothing. I knocked on her bedroom door. Silence. Louder knock. “Dana? Hello?” Still nothing. That’s when I saw it. A bright yellow Post-it sitting neatly on the kitchen counter. Written in Dana’s handwriting with curly, try-too-hard letters. “Don’t take it personally. It’s just not your day.” I stood there, frozen. She locked me in. She took my phone. My keys. My voice. Like I was some kind of problem she could shut behind a door. For a minute, I didn’t know what to do. My hands were shaking. My chest was tight. Then came the rage. I yelled her name. Pounded on the walls. Paced like a lunatic. All dressed up in powder blue, with nowhere to go. Mascara already smudging under my eyes, I stared at the door like I could will it open. And then—thank God—I remembered something. She took my phone. She took my keys. But she didn’t take my Apple Watch. I tapped the screen like my life depended on it. The tiny keyboard felt impossible, but I made it work,…. (continue reading in the 1st comment)
