Who steals from their daughter? My stepmom did. She swiped $5K from my college fund for veneers. For a perfect Hollywood smile. But karma hit faster than a dental drill, leaving her with more regret than glam.
They say money can’t buy happiness, but my stepmom sure thought it could buy a million-dollar smile. The kicker? She stole from my college fund (which was set up by my late mom) to install her veneers and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. But don’t worry! Sit back, relax, and let me tell you about the day karma grew teeth and bit back.
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I’m Kristen, your average 17-year-old with dreams bigger than my stepmom’s ego. My mom passed away when I was young, but she left behind a college fund. It wasn’t huge, but it was a start to secure my future.
My dad, Bob, and I had been adding to it ever since, mostly from my part-time gigs tutoring kids who think “Pi” is something you eat with ice cream. And some babysitting, which paid me weekly.
Everything went well until, ta-da — enter Tracy, my stepmother and the human embodiment of a selfie stick.
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This woman spends more time in front of the mirror than a mime pretending to be trapped in a box. I swear, if vanity were an Olympic sport, Tracy would make Narcissus look like an amateur.
She’s so obsessed with appearances. Her clothes, hair, and nails always have to be perfect. It’s like she’s trying to be a real-life Barbie. (Sorry, Barbie!)
She spends hours in front of the mirror but never has time for anything that really matters, like, oh I don’t know, being a decent human. It’s like she’s got a mirror installed in her brain.
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One fateful day, I came home to find Tracy grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“Kristen, darling!” she chirped, her voice sweeter than a hummingbird’s diet. “Guess what your amazing stepmom is going to do?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Finally learn how to use the washing machine without flooding the laundry room?”
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Tracy’s smile faltered for a microsecond before returning full force. “No, silly! I’m getting veneers! Isn’t that fabulous?”
“Uh, congrats?” I muttered, wondering why this warranted a full-blown announcement.
“Oh, don’t look so glum!” she gushed. “This is cause for celebration! And the best part? I found a way to make it happen without breaking the bank.”
That’s when my stomach dropped faster than a skydiver with a faulty parachute. “What do you mean?”
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Tracy’s smile widened like a Cheshire cat, except her teeth looked more like a set of construction cones dipped in mustard.
“Well, I borrowed a little from your college fund. Just $5,000!”
I stood there, mouth agape, feeling like I’d just been sucker-punched by the Tooth Fairy on steroids. “You did WHAT? You STOLE my college fund?”
Tracy rolled her eyes dramatically. “Stole? I’m family. It’s not a big deal, honey!”
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“You had NO RIGHT! That money’s for my future. My mom set it up for me.”
“Oh, save the theatrics! It’s just money. And your father agreed to it,” Tracy winked.
Now, that was a lie bigger than her future dental bill. Dad wouldn’t agree to this in a million years. He’s more likely to willingly sit through a marathon of Tracy’s favorite reality TV shows.
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I stormed out, slamming my bedroom door hard enough to make the house shake. I immediately called Dad, who was just as shocked as I was.
“I’ll talk to her,” he promised. In Dad’s terms, that meant “I’ll mention it once and hope it magically resolves itself.”
A few weeks later, Tracy got her veneers. She strutted around the house like she was America’s Next Top Model, flashing her new teeth at every opportunity. It was like living with a deranged lighthouse.
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“Oh, Kristen,” she cooed one evening, “don’t forget to smile at your little tutoring class. Although,” she paused, giving me a once-over, “maybe you should keep your mouth closed. You wouldn’t want to scare those kids away with those ugly alligator teeth of yours!”
I bit my tongue so hard I thought I might need veneers myself. “Right,” I muttered. “Because blowing five grand on fake choppers is totally normal, yeah?”
Tracy’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it, Missy. Remember who puts a roof over your head.”
“Pretty sure that’s still Dad,” I shot back, slamming the door behind me.
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A month after her “transformation,” Tracy decided to throw a BBQ to show off her new chompers to the entire neighborhood. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion but with more potato salad.
“Ladies, gather ’round!” Tracy announced on the fateful day, clinking her wine glass with a spoon. “I simply must tell you about my transformation!”
Yeah, more like a sci-fi metamorphosis from yellow-stained vampire fangs to a Hollywood smile! I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain.
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“It’s all thanks to the marvelous Dr. Kapoor,” Tracy gushed. “He’s not just a dentist, he’s an artist! A smile sculptor! A tooth whisperer!”
“Did he whisper to your wallet too?” I muttered under my breath.
Tracy continued, oblivious to my sarcasm. “And of course, some smart investments made it all possible!”
I nearly choked on my lemonade. Smart investments? Is that what we’re calling theft these days?
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Just then, Tracy set her wine glass down and reached for a piece of corn on the cob. “You know, ladies, life is all about taking chances and—”
C-R-A-C-K!
The sound echoed across the backyard like a gunshot. Tracy’s eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth faster than you could say “dental disaster.”
“Oh my God, Tracy! Are you okay?” one of her friends gasped.
But Tracy was far from okay. There, nestled in the butter of her corn on the cob, was one of her precious veneers and whatever was left of her rotten tooth. The gap in her smile was so big, it could swallow a whole lollipop!
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“I… I…” Tracy stammered, suddenly sounding like she was auditioning for the role of Sylvester the Cat. “Ekthcuthe me!”
She bolted into the house, leaving behind a yard full of bewildered guests and one very satisfied stepdaughter trying desperately not to burst into maniacal laughter.
The aftermath was more glorious than I could have imagined. Tracy became a dental hermit, refusing to leave the house. When she finally called Dr. Kapoor, I overheard a conversation that was music to my ears and nails on a chalkboard to hers.
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“What do you mean it’ll cotht more to fikth?” Tracy shrieked into the phone. “Thith ith your fault! You thaid thethe were top quality!”
Turns out, Tracy had opted for the bargain basement veneers. The cherry on the cake? She would have to pay a hefty chunk to redo the whole veneer! Karma, as they say, is a witch with a capital B, and she had just given Tracy a dental spanking.
Dad, finally growing a backbone (I checked outside for flying pigs), confronted Tracy that evening.
“We need to talk about Kristen’s college fund,” he said, his voice firm (for the first time in a very looooong time! Way to go, Daddy!)
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Tracy, still hiding her broken smile behind her hand, tried to deflect. “Bob, honey, now’th not the thime. Can’t you thee I’m in a crithith?”
Dad stood his ground. “Crisis? You? No, Tracy. This ends now. You’re going to pay back every cent you took from Kristen’s fund. And if you can’t… well, I think we need to reevaluate this whole situation.”
For the first time since I’d known her, Tracy looked genuinely scared. It was like watching a deer in the headlights (if the deer had really bad dental work and a speech impediment!)
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In the weeks that followed, Tracy became a recluse that would make even the most solitary monk seem like a party animal.
The neighborhood buzzed with gossip about her “dental disaster,” and she couldn’t show her face without someone asking about her “million-dollar thmile.”
As for me? Well, Dad made good on his promise. He’s been working overtime to rebuild my college fund, and Tracy’s been suspiciously quiet about her spending habits.
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I guess it’s hard to argue when you sound like you’re trying to whistle through a mouthful of marbles.
The other day, I caught her staring longingly at a magazine ad for dental implants. I couldn’t resist the opportunity for a little payback.
“Hey, Tracy,” I called out, flashing her my perfectly imperfect “alligator-tooth” smile. “Need thome invethment advithe?”
She scowled and stomped off, but I swear I saw Dad trying to hide a smirk.
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So yeah, my stepmom stole $5,000 from my college fund for a set of fake teeth that made her sound like she was auditioning for the role of the Big Bad Wolf with a speech impediment. But in the end? Karma gave her something to really chew on…
And me? I learned that sometimes, the most valuable things in life aren’t the ones you can buy. They’re the lessons you learn along the way, and the satisfaction of watching justice being served, one broken veneer at a time.
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Plus, I now have enough material to write a bestselling memoir: From Fangs to Fortune: How My Stepmom’s Dental Disaster Saved My College Fund.” How is it?
And who knows? Maybe I’ll even dedicate it to Tracy. After all, without her, I wouldn’t have this toothsome tale to tell.
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Serving as a Waitress at a Wedding, I Was Stunned to See My Husband in the Groom’s Attire
While serving at a wedding, I suddenly spotted the groom—it was my husband, David. Seeing him with another woman, pretending to be someone else, sent my world crashing down. In that moment, everything I thought I knew about my life was turned upside down.
Oh, weddings… They always had a way of stirring up old memories, bringing me back to that day when David and I said our vows. Our wedding wasn’t anything grand or over the top—far from it, actually.
We were just two young people in love, not concerned about fancy decorations or a big reception. Even now, after seven years of marriage, those memories still brought a smile to my face.
Working as a waitress for a catering company meant that I was always around weddings. Every time I walked into a beautifully decorated hall, the smell of fresh flowers in the air, I couldn’t help but think back to our simple ceremony. If only I had known how fragile things could be…
That day, just like any other, we arrived early to set everything up before the guests and the newlyweds showed up.
About an hour later, the guests started arriving, their excited chatter filling the hall as they waited for the bride and groom to return from their photo session. I was in the restroom when Stacy, my colleague, burst in, her face pale with worry.
“Lori, listen,” Stacy said, her voice shaky, “I think you should go home.”
“Go home? Why would I do that?” I asked. “Are you trying to get more shifts for yourself? Sorry, but I need the money just as much as you do.”
Stacy shook her head, looking more nervous than I’d ever seen her. “No, Lori, you don’t understand. I really think you shouldn’t be here.”
“What are you talking about? Why are you acting so weird?” I said. “Stacy, seriously, what’s going on?”
She bit her lip, glancing toward the hall. “You’re not going to like what you see.”
I headed back to the hall, my mind racing with thoughts of what Stacy had said. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the bride and groom. Stacy was right—I shouldn’t have come.
There, standing in front of all the guests, was David… my David. The man I had shared my life with for seven years, now standing with another woman.
My breath caught in my throat. I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. I turned and ran outside, tears streaming down my face. It was like a nightmare, one I couldn’t wake up from.
Outside, I collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. My vision blurred with tears, but I forced myself to look at the sign with the bride and groom’s names: “Welcome to the wedding of Kira and Richard.” Richard? What a liar!
Stacy rushed outside. She tried to speak, to comfort me, but I couldn’t hear her. All I could think about was how he had betrayed me. I wiped my tears away, anger building inside me. I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. No way. I was going to ruin this wedding and expose him for the fraud he was.
I returned to the hall just as the bride and groom were giving their first toast. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew I had to do this.
I marched straight up to David and snatched the microphone right out of his hand. He looked at me, his face full of shock and anger, but I didn’t care. He deserved every bit of what was coming.
“I have an announcement!” I shouted into the microphone, my voice echoing through the hall. Every head turned toward me, the room falling into a stunned silence.
The bride, this poor woman, clung to David like he was her lifeline. She looked at me with wide, fearful eyes, clearly not understanding what was happening.
“David, or as you all know him, Richard, has deceived you all!” I began, my voice trembling with rage. “He’s already married! To me!” The words hung in the air like a bomb that had just gone off. Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I could see the confusion and disbelief on their faces.
“What?” the bride stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to David, her eyes filling with tears. “Richard, what’s going on? Who is this woman?”
David shook his head, his face a mask of feigned confusion. “I… I don’t know,” he stammered. “I’ve never seen this woman in my life.”
“Seven years of marriage, and you were blind?!” I shouted, feeling my anger boil over.
“What? What seven years of marriage?” he asked, still trying to play dumb.
“Stop pretending you don’t know me,” I said. “You’re only making it worse, David.”
“My name is Richard!” he shouted back, his voice desperate. “I have no idea who your David is. You’re crazy!”
“Oh, really?” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Then what’s this?” I pulled out my phone, the screen lit up with a picture of our wedding day. I held it up for everyone to see. The room fell into a deeper silence as people strained to get a look.
The bride, Kira, stepped closer, her eyes locking onto the image. “Richard…?” she asked, her voice trembling. “How could you do this to me? How could you lie to me like this? And to her?” She pointed at me, her hand shaking as tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Kira,” Richard said, his voice softening as he reached for her. “I swear, I don’t know who this woman is or why she has a photo with me. I would never hurt you.”
But the bride shook her head, backing away from him. “I loved you, Richard… or David, or whoever you really are,” she said, her voice breaking. “How could you betray me like this? I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
“I’m Richard,” he insisted, desperation creeping into his voice. “And I love you, Kira. I’m telling the truth!”
I couldn’t hold back a bitter laugh. “He’s probably only with you for your money,” I said, the words dripping with contempt.
“Shut up!” David yelled, his voice raw with anger and fear.
The bride shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No, Richard, I can’t do this. I can’t be with someone who could lie like this, who could do something so awful.”
She turned to me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I really didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault,” I replied, my voice softening. “He deceived us both.”
“Kira, please,” David begged, but it was too late. She was already turning, running toward the door, her wedding dress trailing behind her like a broken dream.
Without a second thought, David bolted after her. “Kira! Wait!” he shouted as he disappeared through the doors after her, leaving the stunned guests and me standing there in silence.
I stormed outside, ready to tell David I was done and filing for divorce. But when I found him, he was sitting on the curb, tears streaming down his face.
“Of course, play the drama,” I said, crossing my arms.
He looked up, his face twisted with anger. “You! This is all your fault!” he shouted. “My wife ran away from me, and it’s because of you! Some crazy waitress!”
“I’m the crazy one?!” I yelled back. “You’re the one who married another woman while still being married to me!”
“I’m not your husband! I’ve never seen you before in my life!”
“Oh, really?” I challenged, pulling out my phone. “Then let’s call David, who you claim you’re not, and see what happens.”
“Go ahead, call him!” he snapped.
I dialed David’s number, putting it on speaker, but the phone just kept ringing. “How strange that you’re not picking up,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped, and I heard his voice. “Yes, dear. Is everything okay?”
“What the…?” I stammered, staring at the man in front of me.
“I told you I’m not your husband!” he said, his voice calmer now, but still tense.
“Honey,” I said into the phone, trying to keep my voice steady, “I think you should come here; something strange is going on.”
David arrived about half an hour later. For what felt like forever, he and Richard just stood there, staring at each other in complete silence. It was like looking into a mirror—they were identical in every way.
Finally, Richard broke the silence, turning to me with a wry smile. “Well, if I were in your shoes, I would’ve done the same,” he said.
David’s eyes shifted to me, filled with hurt and confusion. “How could you think I would do something like this to you?” he asked quietly.
“He’s your exact double,” I blurted out, desperate to make him understand.
“Yes,” David replied, his voice soft. “But it still hurts that you thought that.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I was just so angry and hurt,” I said, reaching for his hand.
As it turned out, Richard and David were both adopted from the same orphanage when they were just babies. But they were taken in by different families. They had no idea the other existed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My husband had a twin brother he never knew about.
“But that doesn’t change the fact that my wife hates me,” Richard said, his voice filled with despair.
“We’ll fix that,” I replied.
“Yes, get in my car, and let’s go,” David added, already moving toward the car.
“She’ll never forgive me,” Richard muttered.
“She will when she sees David,” I assured him.
We drove in silence to the hotel where Kira was likely staying. We went to her room, but she wouldn’t let us in. I could hear her crying through the door, and it broke my heart.
We didn’t give up. We stood outside under her window, shouting up at her, trying to get her attention. Finally, she looked out the window, her eyes red from crying.
“Kira!” I shouted, waving my arms to get her attention. “Your fiancé didn’t lie to you! And my husband didn’t cheat on me! Look!” I pointed to Richard and David, who stood side by side, identical in every way.
Kira’s eyes widened in shock. “How is this possible?!” she shouted down at us.
“We were separated in the orphanage!” Richard shouted back.
For a moment, she just stared at us, then she closed the window, and our hearts sank.
“See? I told you she wouldn’t forgive me,” Richard said, his voice heavy with defeat. But just as the words left his mouth, the door burst open, and Kira ran out, tears streaming down her face. She threw her arms around Richard and kissed him, holding him tight.
David pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry I doubted you,” I said softly, looking up at him.
David smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Oh, I think I would’ve done the same. Honestly, I’m flattered that after seven years of marriage, you’re still willing to fight for me.”
I laughed, nudging him playfully before leaning in to kiss him. So, my husband gained a brother, and I gained a friend I can’t imagine my life without.
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