He Cheated and Demanded Everything Back — But Karma Had Other Plans

After losing my husband in a car accident, I sought peace for my grieving kids and me. Brian, charming and kind, entered our lives, winning us over with lemonade, balloon animals, and bike lessons. For two years, I believed we were building something real. Then he grew distant, mocking my suggestion of therapy. The truth hit when I saw him with another woman. When confronted, he demanded we return his gifts. I packed them—Xbox, bracelet, my

daughter’s stuffed elephant, melted chocolates—into a box, leaving it in the garage overnight. Ants, beetles, and a spider invaded. Delivering it to Brian’s porch, I watched him scream as bugs poured out. He called, furious, but I said, “Karma.” I reclaimed our items from his trash, sparing my kids the full story. We rebuilt with a blanket fort and cartoons, stronger. I’ll love cautiously next time, trusting karma to handle betrayers.