Whether it’s a cheating spouse, an entitled individual, or a selfish family member, karma spares no one. These five stories showcase how it serves justice even when things seem like they’ve gone out of control.
Karma, the cosmic force of cause and effect, often works in mysterious ways. But sometimes, it strikes with immediate and undeniable impact.
In this collection, we present five stories where wrongdoers faced instant consequences, reminding us that what goes around truly does come around.
1. My Sister Threw Our Grandpa a Birthday Party but Demanded That He Pay for It When the Bill Came — Karma Retaliated
When my younger sister Ariel offered to plan Grandpa’s 90th birthday, I knew things would go awry, but I didn’t expect this. The first odd thing I noticed was the party venue.
Ariel chose a sushi restaurant for the party knowing well that Grandpa didn’t like sushi. To make matters worse, the guests were mostly her loud university friends. Grandpa’s friends and relatives? She didn’t even invite them.
When I confronted her during the party, she brushed off my concerns saying Grandpa was “happy to hang out with the youth” when he was clearly feeling out of place.
It seemed like Ariel had thrown a party for her friends while Grandpa just sat in a corner. I felt so terrible for him.
Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, Ariel handed the bill to Grandpa.
“Here you go, Gramps! Happy birthday! Time to pay up!” she laughed, oblivious to the disaster.
I couldn’t stay quiet.
“Ariel, what are you doing? Gramps shouldn’t pay for his own birthday!”
I snatched the bill, but Gramps, always the peacekeeper, offered to pay.
“It’s alright, Jocelyn. I can handle it,” he said.
I wasn’t letting that happen.
“Let me take care of this, Gramps,” I smiled. “You’ve done enough for all of us.”
Then, as Ariel went back to her friends, I asked the bartender for the aux cable. I pretended I wanted to play a special song for Grandpa.
Instead, I plugged the cable into my phone and played Ariel’s voice messages where she was ranting about her friends. The same friends who were sitting right there.
“I can’t stand my roommate!” her voice echoed across the room. “She’s always in my space, and her boyfriend is the worst. He’s such a slob, and she’s just as bad!”
I watched in silence as Ariel’s jaw dropped open and her friends looked at her with wide eyes. Soon, all of her friends left, and she just sat there in silence.
Ariel knew why I’d played the audio, and didn’t have the guts to confront me.
That’s when Gramps, ever wise, looked at Ariel and said, “Ariel, you need to take responsibility for your actions. This isn’t how we treat family or friends.”
“I’m sorry, Grandpa,” Ariel apologized.
Grandpa and I didn’t have to say a lot to make her realize how wrong it was to invite her friends to Grandpa’s birthday party, and then ask him to pay the bill. Karma had done its job, and I was sure Ariel wouldn’t dare do such an immature thing again.
2. Man in Walmart Demanded That I Give up My Wheelchair for His Tired Wife – Karma Got Him before I Could
I was rolling through Walmart in my wheelchair when Mr. Entitled blocked my path.
“My wife’s tired. Give her your wheelchair,” he demanded, gesturing to the woman behind him.
I blinked, thinking it was some weird joke. “Uh, sorry, what?”
“You heard me,” he snapped. “She’s been on her feet all day. You’re young, you can walk.”
“I can’t walk,” I explained. “That’s why I need this chair.”
But he wasn’t buying it.
“You’re faking it!” he barked, his face growing red.
Things escalated quickly as a Walmart employee, Miguel, intervened.
“Sir, we can’t ask someone to give up a mobility aid,” Miguel said calmly.
But Mr. Entitled kept yelling, demanding a manager and ranting about my supposed “fraud.” Just as he stepped back, karma struck. LITERALLY.
He stumbled into a display of canned vegetables, crashing to the floor as cans rolled everywhere.
His wife rushed over, while Mr. Entitled tried to get up, only to slip on another can and fall again.
The whole store was watching at that point, and I couldn’t suppress a laugh. Miguel tried his best to help him, but Mr. Entitled ranted about suing the store before his wife hurried him out.
I still wonder what would’ve happened next if she wasn’t there.
3. I Came Home to See My Furniture Put up for Grabs — My Ex-husband’s Petty Revenge Backfired Spectacularly
After about four years of marriage, Brendan and I decided to split. I won’t go into the details behind it, but all I knew was he had become so much bitter after this decision. It was getting too unbearable to stay with him in the same house.
As a result, I went to my parents’ house to clear my mind one weekend. But when I returned, I found all my furniture scattered across the lawn.
A large, hand-painted sign that read “Free Stuff!” stood proudly in front of the chaos, inviting anyone passing by to help themselves to my belongings.
Furious, I kicked the sign over and immediately called Brendan.
“Why is my furniture on the lawn?” I demanded.
“You were going to sue for all my money anyway,” he said. “I heard you on the phone with someone. I know that you wanted everything. Or at least half of everything! So, you might as well know how it feels to lose what’s yours.”
Sure, I had thought about taking him for a ride and having my share of his money, but the weekend away with my parents taught me to just let it go.
“You’re absolutely unbelievable,” I yelled. “You think this is going to solve anything? You’re just making things worse for yourself.”
“Whatever. It’s your problem now,” he replied. “Maybe you should charge people for your things instead of letting them take it for free.”
I was speechless. I knew arguing with him was pointless, so I hung up.
I looked around at the furniture, thinking if I could ask a friend to store these things until I found a new place. That’s when my gaze landed on the bedside table, and I remembered what was there inside the drawer.
It was Brendan’s father’s prized watch.
It was a family heirloom that Brendan cherished, but now I had it hostage.
A few hours later, I was at a friend’s place who had helped me store the furniture in her garage and offered me a place to stay. We were having pizza when Brendan called, realizing he’d left the watch in the drawer.
“Please, Gina, I need the watch back,” he pleaded.
“The neighbors took the bedside tables,” I lied. “You might have to buy it back from them.”
After making him sweat, he eventually offered $500 to “buy it back.”
The next morning, he handed me an envelope, while I handed over the watch. I can never forget the defeated look on his face!
4. My Parents Spent All My College Fund Inheritance from Grandpa, but Karma Struck Back
After my grandfather passed, he left his entire inheritance to me for college, but the money was kept in my parents’ account until I turned 18.
When I checked at 19, the account was empty.
Furious, I confronted my parents and learned the truth: they had drained the funds to bail out my brother, who had squandered his finances on a luxury car and debts. Worse, they used the remaining money for a lavish house.
“How could you sacrifice my future for his mistakes?” I demanded, devastated by their betrayal.
My parents offered weak excuses, prioritizing my brother over my dreams. I can’t explain how abandoned and betrayed I felt.
As a result, I cut off contact with them and worked toward my career. I got a job, found a grant, and enrolled in another university. As years passed, I became financially stable and even started paying for my own house.
Then, karma struck.
I was in my office when I received a call from my brother.
“Can we meet?” he asked. “Please don’t say no.”
I hesitated, but curiosity got the better of me. When we finally met, he was unexpectedly warm, still, I remained skeptical. It wasn’t long before he asked me for money to help our parents.
It turned out that my parents’ house investment had collapsed, leaving them in debt. I knew this was karma doing its job, but I didn’t feel good. I felt bad because they were my parents, and I still loved them.
So, I decided to visit them. I still remember how they broke down in tears and begged for forgiveness. They had realized what they had done, so I forgave them.
5. My Husband Cheated on Me With Secretary, Then Karma Crushed Him Back
My husband Brody and I met at work, and we continued with the same jobs after our wedding. I always thought working with him in the same office was so cool until I caught him cheating with his secretary, Lila.
I still remember how I couldn’t even move when I caught him caressing her legs in front of everyone at the office. My heart sank as I realized how publicly he was flaunting his affair.
“Brody, what’s going on here?” I confronted him.
He didn’t even flinch.
“We’re discussing work,” he said, with Lila smirking beside him.
“By putting your hands up her skirt?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. “In front of everyone?”
“Don’t make a scene, Shirley,” he snapped. “You should be grateful I’m still coming home. But I’m done. I’m filing for divorce, and I’ll take the house. You deserve nothing.”
I was too shocked to react. I just quietly watched him walk away with Lila.
That night, I didn’t have the guts to go home. Instead, I sat in a cheap hotel room, crying and questioning everything.
Was this really my life? I thought. How did I let it get this bad?
The next morning, I dragged myself to work, dreading the looks I knew I’d get from my coworkers. Sure enough, their gazes were filled with pity.
I wanted to disappear, to resign and leave it all behind. But I couldn’t.
The thought of not finding another job scared me. I had bills to pay, and starting over wasn’t something I could afford. Little did I know that fate would soon turn my life in a better direction.
A few days later, the company hired a new boss, Mr. Anderson. Word spread fast that he was sharp, no-nonsense, and talented. As a result, everyone kept their head down and focused on work.
Then came the bombshell. Brody was fired.
It turned out he had been skimming money from the company for months, manipulating the finances in ways he thought no one would ever notice. But Mr. Anderson spotted the discrepancies almost immediately.
Brody’s arrogance had finally caught up with him, and the man who flaunted his affair so proudly was now out of a job.
I won’t lie, I felt a small sense of satisfaction. Karma had done its job, and I hadn’t even lifted a finger. But the story doesn’t end here.
Brody showed up at my door a few weeks after that. He mumbled something about making mistakes and how he missed me. He wanted back into my life, but I stood firm.
“No, Brody,” I said sternly. “You made your choices, and now you have to live with them. I’m done.”
And with that, I closed the door in his face, feeling stronger than I had in years.
I Overheard My 9-Year-Old Daughter Whispering on the Phone: ‘I’ll Never Forgive Mom for What She Did’
“I’ll never forgive Mom for what she did!” Isabella heard her daughter Hailey whispering on the phone. The words sent an icy shock through her. What had she done? What horrible thing did Hailey believe? Dread coiled in her stomach as she realized someone had filled her daughter’s head with lies. And those lies could destroy everything.
My husband Stan and I have been together for ten years. I love him, and he loves me. We have a wonderful daughter, Hailey, who lights up our lives with her curious mind and infectious laugh.
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Our life together has been filled with love, laughter, and the kind of understanding that makes a marriage strong. Despite the usual ups and downs, we’ve built a home full of warmth and happiness.
That’s why what happened last Tuesday hit me so hard.
It was just a regular afternoon. I had finished putting away the groceries and was heading to the bathroom when I passed by Hailey’s bedroom. Her door was slightly ajar, and I could hear her voice, hushed but clear enough that her words stopped me in my tracks.
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“I’ll never forgive Mom for what she did!”
I froze mid-step, my hand gripping the wall for support. I just stood there, forgetting where I was heading to.
Why would Hailey say something like that? What had I done to hurt her so deeply? My mind raced through recent memories.
Had I been too harsh about her messy room? Too strict about screen time? Had I forgotten some important promise?
“No, I can’t tell Dad,” Hailey continued, her voice trembling. “It would break his heart.”
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My stomach twisted into a painful knot. This wasn’t about some minor parenting mistake. This was something serious enough that she thought it would hurt Stan if he knew.
I backed away from the door quietly. Part of me wanted to burst in and demand answers, but the rational side of me knew that would only make Hailey clam up.
Whatever was happening, I needed to approach it carefully.
That evening, I found Hailey in her room after dinner. Stan was washing the dishes, so I thought this was the perfect opportunity to talk to her.
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“Hey, sweetie,” I said, sitting beside her. “Can we talk for a minute?”
She nodded.
“Hailey, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard what you said on the phone today,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice gentle. “What have I done that you can’t forgive?”
Her head snapped up, eyes wide with panic before she quickly looked away. Then, she shook her head.
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“Please, tell me,” I urged, reaching out to touch her hand. “Whatever it is, we can talk about it. I promise I won’t be mad.”
Her eyes filled with tears. She wiped them quickly, but they kept falling. The sight broke my heart. My little girl, always so quick to smile, was drowning in a sadness I couldn’t understand.
“You can tell me anything,” I whispered.
Then, in a trembling whisper, she finally spoke.
“Grandma told me that you cheated on Daddy and that he isn’t my biological father!”
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What the heck? I thought.
It took me some time to process what she’d just said.
My stomach twisted into knots.
Ten years. My husband and I had been together for ten years. And yet, my mother-in-law, Martha, had always hated me.
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I had endured her cold stares, her snide remarks, and her calculated attempts to make me feel like an outsider. I had done it all for the sake of my husband and our family.
But this? This was unforgivable.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm for my daughter’s sake.
“Sweetheart, why would Grandma say something like that?” I asked gently, smoothing her hair back from her tear-stained face.
She hesitated before answering, her small fingers twisting in the fabric of her bedspread.
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“I asked her why she has always been so mean to me,” she admitted. “I just wanted to know why she never hugs me like other grandmas do. When we visited last weekend, I saw her hugging cousin Emma, but she never does that with me.”
My heart sank. I had noticed Martha’s coldness toward Hailey but had convinced myself it wasn’t that obvious. Clearly, I was wrong.
“And that’s when she told me…” Hailey continued, her voice barely audible. “She said you betrayed Dad and that he’s not really my father. She said it’s easy to see why. Dad has green eyes, and I have brown. He has dark brown hair, and mine is light. She said that proves I can’t be his real daughter.”
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My heart ached. My mother-in-law’s hatred for me had now poisoned my daughter’s innocence.
“Who were you talking to on the phone about this?” I asked softly.
“Lily,” she confessed, referring to her best friend. “I didn’t know who else to tell. I saw people do that in movies when they have secrets.”
I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she was looking directly at me. “Hailey, listen to me very carefully. What Grandma told you is a lie. A cruel, horrible lie. Your father is your biological father. I have never, ever cheated on him. I love him too much to ever do something like that.”
“But what about my eyes and hair?” she asked, doubt clouding her features.
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“You get your brown eyes from me, sweetie. And your hair color comes from my side of the family too. My brother has the exact same color, remember? That’s how genetics works sometimes. You don’t always look exactly like your parents.”
She seemed to consider this, but uncertainty still lingered in her expression.
“Tell you what,” I said, an idea forming. “If you’re worried, we can prove it. There are tests that can show without any doubt that Daddy is your biological father. Would that make you feel better?”
Her eyes widened. “Like on those TV shows where they find out who the real dad is?”
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Despite everything, I had to smile at her reference. “Yes, exactly like that. It’s called a DNA test.”
“Can we really do that?” Hope flickered across her face.
“Absolutely. We’ll order one tonight, and when the results come back, you’ll see that Grandma was lying.”
“Will Dad be mad if I ask for a test?” she asked anxiously.
I shook my head. “Not at all. He’ll understand that you need reassurance. That’s what parents do. We help our children feel safe and secure.”
That very night, after Hailey had gone to bed, I explained everything to Stan. His face darkened with each word.
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“She said what to Hailey?” he demanded. “Is she out of her mind?”
I reached for his hand. “I know it’s shocking. I’ve already ordered a DNA test online. Not because I think we need it, but because Hailey needs to see proof.”
The next morning, we went to get the test done.
The results would take a week to arrive, but I wasn’t going to sit idly by while my mother-in-law tried to destroy my family. It was time for some well-earned revenge.
I knew exactly how to hit her where it hurt.
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You see, Martha had always prided herself on being a respected woman in her social circle. She hosted charity events, bragged about her son’s accomplishments, and most importantly, never let anyone see the bitter, manipulative side of her.
It was time for everyone to see the real her.
First, I crafted an anonymous email and sent it to the elite women in her social group. I kept it short and to the point:
Ladies of the Garden Club,
The Martha you think you know is not who she pretends to be. Attached is a recording of her true character. Listen carefully to how she speaks about her own family. Is this someone you want representing your values?
– A Concerned Citizen
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Attached was a secret recording. It was a conversation I had once accidentally recorded when she was ranting about how she had always wanted my husband to marry the daughter of her best friend instead of me. How she had done everything in her power to ruin our marriage. How she despised me for taking away her son.
I had kept that recording for three years, never thinking I’d use it. It was my insurance policy. My private proof that I wasn’t imagining her hatred.
But now, it would serve a greater purpose.
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Then, I went one step further. I told my husband everything she’d done to me over the years. I’d never told him anything in depth because I didn’t want him to worry about it.
“All these years,” Stan said, his voice breaking. “All these years I thought she was just a little difficult. I had no idea she was actively trying to destroy us. And now she’s dragged Hailey into this? Our little girl? That’s unforgivable.”
“What do you want to do?” I asked quietly.
His eyes met mine, resolute and clear. “I’m going to confront her. Today. And this time, I’m not buying any excuses.”
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When my mother-in-law realized what I had done, it was too late.
Her social circle turned against her. Friends distanced themselves. The same women who had once laughed at her jokes now whispered behind her back. The recording had revealed a side of Martha they’d never seen.
When Stan confronted her, she couldn’t do anything except come up with lame excuses.
“How could you tell my daughter I’m not her father?” Stan demanded when he visited her house.
“I was only pointing out the obvious,” Martha sniffed. “Look at her! She looks nothing like you.”
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“She looks exactly like Isabella’s side of the family,” Stan countered. “But even if she didn’t, how dare you plant those doubts in her mind? She’s nine years old, Mom. Nine!”
“I was trying to protect you,” she insisted. “That woman has never been good enough for you. I’ve always known it.”
Stan shook his head. “The only person I need protection from is you. Until you can apologize to my wife and daughter, I don’t want you in our lives.”
A week later, the DNA results arrived. As expected, they confirmed that my husband was our daughter’s biological father.
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I showed them to my daughter, holding her close as she cried in relief. “I told you, sweetheart. Grandma was wrong.”
“So, Dad is really my dad?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful.
“He really is,” I assured her. “He always has been, and he always will be.”
And just like that, my mother-in-law lost everything she had fought so hard to preserve. Her reputation, her influence, and most painfully of all, the unwavering love of her son.
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Through this painful ordeal, I learned something important. Some people are like poison because they seep into the cracks of your life and slowly contaminate everything they touch.
For too long, I had tolerated Martha’s behavior for the sake of family harmony. I had convinced myself that maintaining peace was worth the personal cost.
But I was wrong.
Protecting my family meant setting boundaries, even difficult ones. It meant standing up against toxic behavior, no matter who it came from.
Sometimes, the people who should love us the most are the ones who hurt us the deepest, and recognizing when to walk away is not a sign of weakness.
It’s proof of strength.
What do you think?
If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: When my husband proposed, he gave me a beautiful vintage ring that had been in his family for generations. But his mother decided it wasn’t mine to keep. She demanded it back, and I handed it over, too stunned to argue. I thought that was the end of it… I was wrong.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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