At 23, I finally saved enough to buy myself a new TV — something I worked over a year for. But when my stepmom Patricia saw it, jealousy took over. A week later, while I was at work, she used the spare key and “accidentally” shattered the screen. She played innocent, and even convinced my dad and relatives it was just a mistake, leaving me angry and alone with a broken TV.
A month later, karma stepped in. Patricia left the washing machine door open while bragging on the phone, flooding the entire laundry room and destroying the floors. Insurance refused to cover it, and she had to pay for repairs that cost three times the value of my TV.
I wasn’t glad my dad suffered, but I couldn’t help smiling — the universe had a way of evening things out.
