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.
Gender Reveal Event Goes Awry as Husband Declares to Pregnant Wife He’s Sterile – Story of the Day
At John and Anne’s gender reveal party, an unexpected note turns their celebration into a battleground of accusations, challenging their marriage and trust. Yet, an unexpected revelation from a close friend emerges, disrupting the turmoil and reshaping their story in unforeseen ways.
Anne stood amidst the vibrant decorations, her heart fluttering with anticipation, as friends and family gathered in the backyard for the much-awaited gender reveal party. Laughter and excitement filled the air, swirling around the expectant couple.
John, her husband, stood by her side, his grin matching hers as they both clutched the oversized balloon. The moment arrived—their chance to unveil the gender of their awaited child.
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John grinned as he held out a black balloon and playfully bumped it against his wife Anne’s baby bump. The words ‘boy or girl?’ were printed on the side of the balloon in white. Anne grinned back as she stared into his eyes. She could barely contain her excitement as she raised the pin to burst the balloon.
All of the young couple’s close friends and family were gathered on the deck of John’s parent’s home to celebrate the baby’s gender reveal. The sun shone brightly on the estate’s verdant lawn and well-manicured garden. Bunches of pink and blue balloons decorated the deck, and paper lanterns dangled from the beams.
When Anne burst the black balloon, a spray of white confetti added to the festive decorations. The guests clapped and cheered, but a frown wrinkled Anne’s brow as she spotted a larger slip of paper among the confetti. She placed one hand against her belly and bent over to pick it up.
Anne stared at the three words written on the slip of paper. They didn’t make any sense. It was definitely John’s handwriting—she recognized the way he curled the top branch of his ‘f’ and the flattened shape of his ‘r’—but none of that explained why he’d write such a thing.
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“‘I am infertile,’” Anne read the words out loud and stared at her husband. “What is this, some kind of sick joke?”
Hushed exclamations of surprise passed among the guests. All eyes were on John as his expression darkened to a fierce glare.
“I did a test and found out that I can’t have kids.” John pulled a paper from his pocket and held it out to Anne. “So your little guy is not mine!”
Anne stared in shock at John’s sperm count results. The paper shook in her fingers as her mind struggled to make sense of the shocking turn her gender reveal party had taken. This couldn’t be happening; Anne refused to accept it!
“The party is over!” John declared as he stormed inside through the sliding door. “All of you can leave now.”
“John!” Anne called after her husband. “What’s happening? Is this a prank or something?”
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As the shattered remnants of the party dispersed, Julie, Anne’s best friend, trailed after John, her steps purposeful yet conflicted. She caught up to him near the edge of the yard.
“John, we need to talk,” Julie’s voice was firm, laced with an undercurrent of dismay.
He turned. “Not now, Julie. I’ve got enough on my plate.”
“You can’t just accuse Anne like that,” Julie retorted, her eyes flashing. “This is cruel, even for you.”
He scoffed, a bitter edge to his voice. “Why do you care so much, Julie? It’s not your problem. Let Anne deal with the mess she made. I won’t let her take all my money with this pregnancy.”
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Julie’s disbelief morphed into a flitting moment of realization. “You don’t care about Anne or the baby, do you? This is about your money?”
A derisive chuckle escaped John’s lips. “Of course, it is. I won’t let her ruin me. She’ll get what she deserves.”
Julie’s shock turned to a simmering anger. “You’re despicable, John. I believed you, but I’m not so sure now.”
John waved her off, his dismissive gesture cutting through the tension. “Believe what you want. But this is between Anne and me. Stay out of it.”
With a heavy heart, Julie watched him stride away, his callous words lingering in the air. She battled conflicting emotions, torn between her loyalty to John and her growing doubts about his accusations against Anne.
***
Alone in the dimly lit bedroom of the Campbell’s home, Anne’s hands trembled as she reached for her purse, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks. The weight of John’s accusations bore down on her, leaving her shattered and lost in a whirlwind of emotions.
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A soft hand on her shoulder made her jump. Anne turned, her tear-streaked face meeting Julie’s concerned gaze.
“Anne…” Julie’s voice was filled with empathy, her eyes reflecting the turmoil she felt for her friend.
Anne struggled to compose herself, her voice choked. “Julie, I don’t understand. How could he accuse me of such a thing?”
Julie knelt beside Anne, offering a comforting embrace. “I know, I know. But you have to stay strong. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
Julie’s words offered a sliver of solace to Anne’s tormented heart. “I thought he trusted me,” she whispered, her voice cracking with sorrow.
“His own fears blind him,” Julie murmured, her tone filled with conviction. “But you’re not alone in this, Anne. I believe in you.”
Anne leaned into Julie’s comforting presence, finding a glimmer of strength. In that shared moment, Julie’s unwavering support became a lifeline for Anne, helping her gather the fragments of her shattered resolve.
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***
In the Campbells’ opulent living room, a heavy silence draped the air as Anne stood, facing the stern faces of Mr. and Mrs. Campbell. Stubborn as ever, John stood by their side, his mouth set in a hard line.
“I’m giving you one last chance to reconsider,” Anne’s voice wavered slightly, but her determination shone through. “Please, you know me. You know I could never—”
Before Anne could finish, Mr. Campbell’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere, filled with finality. “Anne, we can’t ignore the evidence. John has made his position clear. We won’t stand by and watch you ruin our family’s name.”
Tears welled in Anne’s eyes, but before she could respond, John sneered, “Just take the offer, Anne. It’s the least you can do after all this drama.”
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Julie, unable to bear the injustice any longer, stepped forward, her voice trembling yet resolute. “Stop this, all of you!” Her outburst drew startled glances.
“John, you think you’re so clever, but you’re not,” Julie’s eyes blazed. “You orchestrated this mess with the gender reveal to accuse Anne. But you’ve been lying to everyone, including me.”
The room fell into a stunned silence, tension crackling in the air.
Julie took a deep breath, her voice shaking but unwavering. “Anne isn’t lying. But guess who is? I am pregnant, and the father is none other than John.”
Gasps echoed in the room as the weight of Julie’s revelation settled in. Anne’s tears turned from sorrow into shock and relief, and the Campbells exchanged incredulous glances.
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John’s face contorted in a futile attempt to maintain his façade. “That’s a lie! You can’t prove anything,” he spat out.
But the damage was done. The truth hung in the air, a damning testament to John’s deceit. The Campbells’ disbelief wavered, teetering on the edge of comprehension. Finally, the older couple exchanged a wordless yet resolute glance.
Mrs. Campbell’s voice quivered, laden with a feeling of sorrow that cut through the room’s thick tension. “John, your actions have been unforgivable. You’ve not only accused Anne falsely but have betrayed her trust and tarnished our family’s name.”
Mr. Campbell’s stern gaze bore down on his son, his disappointment simmering into a potent blend of anger and remorse. “You’re no longer welcome here. Leave.”
John’s protestations crumbled against the weight of his parents’ condemnation. He sputtered in disbelief, trying to salvage what remained of his pride, but their resolve remained unyielding.
“You can’t do this!” John’s voice cracked with desperation.
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Mrs. Campbell’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her voice laden with finality. “Yes, we can. It’s time for you to face the consequences of your actions.”
In a whirlwind of shattered illusions and dawning reality, John stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him. He was left to face the consequences of his deceit and cruelty, abandoned by the very family he had betrayed.
The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of an irrevocably fractured family settling upon those who remained. Yet, a newfound solidarity began to emerge, offering a glimmer of hope for Anne and Julie as they faced the uncertain future together.
Her eyes glistening with unshed tears, Anne turned towards Mr. and Mrs. Campbell, her heart heavy yet hopeful. The older couple offered a heartfelt apology but were too ashamed of their son to approach their daughter-in-law.
“I… I forgive you,” Anne’s voice quivered, her gaze soft. “I know this has been hard for all of us.”
Mrs. Campbell’s eyes welled up with gratitude and remorse. “Anne, dear, we’re deeply sorry for doubting you. We’ll make amends.”
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Mr. Campbell nodded in earnest agreement. “We’ll support you, Anne. You and the baby.”
Anne’s heart swelled with gratitude as the weight of unjust accusations lifted. “Thank you. But there’s someone else who needs your support too.” She turned to Julie, who stood by her side, a silent pillar of strength.
“Julie is also having his child,” Anne’s words held both strength and empathy. “She needs your support just as much as I do.”
Mr. and Mrs. Campbell exchanged a somber yet understanding glance, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Of course, Anne. We’ll be there for both of you,” Mrs. Campbell affirmed.
Then, Anne took a deep breath, her trembling hands resting gently on her belly.
“And there’s something else,” Anne’s voice was filled with joyous anticipation, a glimmer of hope breaking through the shadows. “Our baby… it’s a boy.”
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A collective gasp of joy and excitement filled the room. Tears mingled with smiles as the revelation sparked newfound jubilation. The promise of a baby boy brought a surge of hope and unity, knitting together the torn fabric of their lives.
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