When my sister-in-law Janice had to move in with us after her apartment flooded, I braced myself. For years, she’d insulted everything I owned—from my home decor to my skincare routine. But when I caught her secretly using my expensive products, I knew karma was about to step in. What happened to her face the next morning? I’ll never forget it.

Janice had always been judgmental. During family dinners, she’d mock my furniture, criticize my makeup, and call my skincare “drugstore brave.” I bit my tongue for peace, refusing to stoop to her level. But things changed when I found her applying my $80 serum like it was water. Confronting her did nothing—she just denied everything.

So, I came up with a plan. I refilled an old serum bottle with a strong prescription cream meant for thick skin. Janice took the bait. The next morning, she stormed into the kitchen, her face red and blotchy, shouting, “My face is on fire!” I acted surprised. “Oh no… you used that? That’s definitely not for everyone.”

From that day on, she kept her hands and opinions to herself. When they moved out, she couldn’t even look at me. Arnold smiled and said, “You look pleased.” I just sipped my coffee and replied, “Just glad we could help family.” Sometimes karma doesn’t knock. Sometimes, it needs a little nudge from a woman with a plan.