Five gripping tales reveal what happens when karma takes center stage. From a sabotaged prom to a wedding day showdown, stolen dreams, and shocking secrets, these stepmothers’ schemes backfire in ways no one saw coming. Justice has never been so unexpected — or so satisfying.
Stepmothers who have long reveled in their schemes and manipulations finally meet their match in this compilation! With a mix of drama, humor, and poetic irony, these stories deliver a satisfying dose of comeuppance, proving no one is immune to the clever hand of karma.
A confident teen girl | Source: Midjourney
My Stepmom Secretly Canceled My Prom Hair Appointment to Ruin My Day – But Her Jaw Dropped When a Limousine Showed Up for Me
Seven years ago, my mom passed away from pneumonia. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.
“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on their wedding day.
A little girl and her aunt | Source: Midjourney
Living with my new step-brother, Mason, and Carla was fine at first, but Carla’s passive-aggressive jabs soon started piling up. I remember once I caught her staring at me.
“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “No wonder your father gives Mason more attention.”
I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.
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My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. And she loved being able to taunt me without any repercussions.
Fast forward to prom season. I’d saved my babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress. It reminded me of Mom because violet was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it. I’d even booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. Everything was set. But then the big day came, and Carla ruined it.
An upset girl | Source: Midjourney
When I got to the salon, the receptionist told me my appointment was canceled.
“I didn’t cancel!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”
“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. She went to get the hairdresser, who looked very uncomfortable when they returned.
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“I got a call earlier today to cancel your appointment, Emily,” she told me. “I assumed it was your Mom?”
My heart dropped. I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.
Carla! Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course. Carla had canceled my appointment.
A woman getting her hair done | Source: Midjourney
I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. My perfect prom was falling apart around me.
When I got home, I locked myself in my room. Tears poured down my face as I tried to style my hair, but nothing looked good.
I stared at my dress, feeling like an idiot for telling Carla my plans in passing.
A prom dress hanging in a closet | Source: Midjourney
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to prom anymore. What was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good could come from this.
Suddenly, I heard honking outside. I dragged myself to the window, expecting to see a commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.
A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.
A sleek black limousine parked outside | Source: Midjourney
There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first discussed hiring a limo. Nevertheless, I ran downstairs.
When I reached the doorway, the driver stepped out and approached our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all this, stood on our porch looking confused.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.
A chauffer holding a note | Source: Midjourney
Miss Emily? Me? I hesitantly took the card and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:
To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.
Have a magical night, sis.
Love, Mason.
A teenage girl reading a note | Source: Midjourney
Mason? My 11-year-old stepbrother did this?
I burst into tears again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “Canceling your appointment wasn’t fair at all.”
A smiling boy in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney
“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.
“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving to buy some fancy necklace. After she left this morning, I took some money from her stash and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”
But Mason didn’t stop there.
A smiling girl | Source: Midjourney
“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.
“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face. I’ll send her up.”
A stylist holding her make up bag | Source: Midjourney
Twenty minutes later, I looked like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.
When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star.
Her jaw dropped.
A smiling teenage girl dressed for prom | Source: Midjourney
“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.
Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.
The whole night was pure magic.
Teenage girls at prom | Source: Midjourney
As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to save the day!
My Stepmom Stole $5,000 from My College Fund to Get Veneers for Herself — Karma Hit Her Hard
I’m Kristen, your average 17-year-old. 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.
A distressed teenage girl lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
My dad, Bob, and I had been adding to it, mostly from my part-time gigs tutoring kids and babysitting.
Everything was on track until my stepmother Tracy stole $5000 from me.
If vanity were an Olympic sport, Tracy would make Narcissus look like an amateur. 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.
A senior woman applying lipstick | Source: Pexels
One day, I came home to find Tracy grinning like a Cheshire cat, except her teeth looked more like construction cones dipped in mustard.
“Kristen, darling!” she chirped. “Guess what? I’m getting veneers! I borrowed a little from your college fund to make it happen. Just $5,000!”
I felt like I’d just been sucker-punched. “You did WHAT? You STOLE my college fund?”
Tracy rolled her eyes dramatically. “Stole? I’m family. It’s not a big deal, honey!”
A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney
“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. Dad wouldn’t agree to this in a million years. I stormed out and immediately called Dad, who was just as shocked as I was.
A furious young girl frowning | Source: Midjourney
“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, flashing her new teeth at every opportunity. It was like living with a deranged lighthouse.
But the best was yet to come.
A young lady talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
A month after her “transformation,” Tracy threw a BBQ to show off her new chompers to the entire neighborhood.
“Ladies, gather ’round!” Tracy announced, clinking her wine glass with a spoon. “I simply must tell you about my transformation! It’s all thanks to the marvelous Dr. Kapoor,” Tracy gushed. “He’s not just a dentist, he’s an artist!”
I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain.
A smiling senior woman holding a wine glass and bottle | Source: Pexels
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.
There, nestled in the butter of her corn on the cob, was one of her precious veneers. The gap in her smile was so big, it could swallow a whole lollipop!
Close-up of a shocked woman with a missing tooth | Source: Midjourney
“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.
When she called Dr. Kapoor a few days later, I overheard a conversation that was music to my ears.
A young lady laughing | Source: Midjourney
Turns out, Tracy had opted for the bargain basement veneers and would have to pay a hefty chunk to redo the whole veneer! Karma had just given Tracy a spanking.
Dad, finally growing a backbone, 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!)
A senior man frowning | Source: Midjourney
“You’re going to pay back every cent you took from Kristen’s fund,” he said. “And if you can’t… well, I think we need to reevaluate this situation.”
In the following weeks, the neighborhood buzzed with gossip about Tracy’s “dental disaster.” She couldn’t show her face without someone asking about her “million-dollar thmile.”
As for me? Dad made good on his promise. He ensured Tracy repaid every cent, and he’s been working overtime to add extra cash to my college fund.
Close-up of a man holding money | Source: Pexels
My Stepmom Came to My Wedding in a White Dress, Saying She ‘Deserves Attention Too’ – So My Husband Taught Her a Real Lesson
Linda, my stepmother, came into my life after Mom passed away when I was ten. She loved being the center of attention.
With my wedding day approaching, I knew Linda would find a way to make the day about her. She always did.
I was trying hard not to worry about it the day I met up with Sarah, my best friend and maid of honor, at the wedding planner’s office.
Two female friends sharing a hug | Source: Pexels
We entered the wedding planner, Grace’s office, and she immediately dropped a bombshell.
“Your stepmother requested to be seated in the front row and insisted on giving a speech during the reception, Alexandra,” she said, glancing up from her notes.
I was stunned. I’d chosen to honor my late mother by reserving a seat for her in the front row. Linda knew this. How could she?
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I sighed, feeling the familiar frustration rise. “She always has to make everything about herself. I bet she’s got some grand performance in mind!”
Sarah leaned in closer. “We need to be prepared for whatever she’s planning.”
Grace looked at me with a concerned expression. “How would you like to handle this, Alexandra?”
A wedding planner | Source: Midjourney
At my request, Grace agreed to explain to Linda once more that I’d reserved the front-row seat to honor my late mom. She would also dissuade Linda from giving a speech.
As we left Grace’s office, Sarah squeezed my arm.
“Don’t worry, Alex. We’ve got this. Linda won’t ruin your day.”
A woman getting consoled by a friend | Source: Pexels
Once I got home, I shared my concerns with Tom.
“Linda turns everything into a spectacle,” I moaned. “I’m afraid Linda will make our wedding about her.”
Tom smiled reassuringly. “I’ve got a plan. Let her have her moment. It’ll all work out.”
“What kind of plan?” I asked, curious.
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He kissed my forehead. “Just trust me. It’s a surprise. But I promise, it’ll keep the focus where it should be — on us and your mom’s memory.”
I sighed, feeling a bit better. “I hope so. I just want everything to go smoothly. Linda can be so unpredictable.”
Tom squeezed my hand. “I know. But we’ve got this.”
A woman holding a man’s hand | Source: Pexels
Soon, the wedding day arrived.
While I was still in my bathrobe getting ready, Sarah burst into the room, her face pale.
“You won’t believe this,” she said, pulling me to the window.
I looked out and saw Linda emerging in a full-length white wedding dress.
An elderly woman posing in her wedding gown | Source: Midjourney
“What the…” Okay, this was something I didn’t see coming.
“Linda, what are you doing? You can’t wear white to my wedding!” I stormed over to her, unable to hide my fury.
She smirked, not showing even one ounce of regret. “You’re young, Alexandra. You have your whole life ahead of you. This might be my last chance to feel like a bride again. I deserve this attention.”
A smiling elderly woman in a wedding dress | Source: Midjourney
I felt my anger rising, but Tom pulled me aside.
“Trust me, we’ll sort this out later,” he whispered with a mischievous smile.
“But Tom, how could she?”
“Trust me, okay?” he said, and I relented.
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The ceremony proceeded, with Linda sitting in the front row, basking in her stolen spotlight. She’d clearly railroaded Grace to get what she wanted.
When it was time for the speeches, Linda stood up. But before she could speak, Tom took the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to share a special video tribute to Alexandra’s late mother.”
The lights dimmed, and a beautiful montage of my mom played on the screen.
A bride looking at a screen | Source: Midjourney
As the tribute ended, Tom looked at me with a knowing smile. “This day is about honoring your mother and our love, Alex. No one can take that away.”
Then he looked at Linda. “Linda, could you join us up here?” he asked.
As she made her way to the stage, Tom continued, “Linda has always been a star in her own right, so we’ve decided to let her shine even more.”
A groom talking on the mic | Source: Midjourney
Another slideshow began to play. The first few pictures showed Linda in her white dress from various angles at the wedding. But then, Tom’s twist came.
The next photo showed Linda sneaking into my bridal suite earlier that morning. She was caught on camera trying on my wedding veil and twirling around with a bouquet she’d taken from the floral arrangements.
The room gasped, and Linda’s face turned red.
A gray-haired woman wearing a veil | Source: Pexels
“Wait, Linda, we’re not finished,” Tom said, motioning to the DJ.
Suddenly, the speakers played a recording of Linda on the phone with her friend, boasting about her plan to outshine me.
“This little princess needs to learn her place. I’ve waited long enough to have my moment,” her voice echoed through the hall.
An angry elderly bride | Source: Midjourney
The crowd was stunned, and a few people even booed. Tom wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “I told you I had it covered.”
Linda, red-faced and cornered, slipped out of the hall as quietly as she could. Tom and I shared a smile, knowing we taught her a lesson.
She was in the spotlight as she was wanted, but for all the wrong reasons.
A crying elderly woman | Source: Midjourney
I Found a Lace Robe Hidden in My Husband’s Closet – Then I Saw My Stepmother Wearing It
When my dad passed away last year, my husband, Jason, our six-year-old daughter, Emma, and I moved in to help my stepmother, Lorraine.
Living with her was like walking on a tightrope. Everything about Lorraine was sharp — her stilettos, her words, even the way she eyed Jason when she thought I wasn’t looking.
An older woman in a black dress | Source: Midjourney
But family is family, and I tried to make it work.
Until I found the robe.
I was folding Jason’s laundry. As I opened his closet to hang up a shirt, I noticed a small glossy gift bag shoved into the corner, partly hidden beneath his jackets.
A glossy gift bag | Source: Midjourney
I pulled it out, my pulse quickening when I saw what was inside: a lace robe, sheer and intimate.
My first thought was that Jason had bought it for me. If only that had been the truth.
A few days later, Lorraine called me into her room.
“Oh, Calla, sweetheart,” she cooed. “You won’t believe what my new boyfriend got me!”
A maroon bedroom | Source: Midjourney
New boyfriend? Lorraine hadn’t mentioned anyone else before.
When I walked in, my stomach dropped.
There she was, draped in the robe I’d found in Jason’s closet. She twirled, the lace floating around her like some cruel joke.
A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
Was Jason…? No. He wouldn’t. Lorraine?
My knees felt weak. I stumbled out of her room, her laughter echoing behind me.
That night, I cornered Jason after I finished reading with Emma.
A mom and daughter reading a book | Source: Midjourney
“Did you give Lorraine a robe? The lace one I found in your closet?”
Jason’s face twisted in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“She showed me a robe earlier,” I said tearfully. “The same one I found in your closet.”
Jason’s jaw dropped. “You think I’d buy her something like that? Are you serious right now? I don’t know where she got this robe, but it wasn’t from me.”
A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few days, I couldn’t shake the unease. Lorraine’s smug looks and Jason’s denial all felt like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t solve.
Then, one afternoon, I heard Lorraine on the phone.
“Yes, Kerry, of course, I planted it,” she whispered. “That idiot husband of hers didn’t even notice. It’s only a matter of time before they’re at each other’s throats. Once they leave, this house will finally be mine.”
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
That night, I told Jason everything I’d overheard.
“She’s trying to ruin our marriage,” he said, his voice tight. “And to think that we uprooted Emma for this? This ends now.”
Over breakfast the next morning, I casually mentioned to Lorraine that Jason and I were considering moving out. And that evening, Jason and I invited a lawyer friend over for dinner, someone Lorraine didn’t recognize.
Bagels on a counter | Source: Midjourney
We told her he was a “realtor” helping us look for new homes, but honestly, we just wanted to figure out where we stood. I wasn’t sure that I wanted the house, but Jason had persuaded me to fight.
“Come on, honey,” he said. “Your dad built this with his hands. This home has been around since you were a child. You want Lorraine to have it, really?”
A week later, we called a “family meeting” in the living room. Lorraine sauntered in, confident and smug as if she’d already won. Jason handed her a stack of papers.
A pile of paper on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney
“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s the house deed,” Jason said calmly. “It turns out that Calla and I are the primary beneficiaries. You don’t own this house, Lorraine. We do.”
“That’s not possible. Your father would never leave me with nothing…”
“He left you with a lot of money. But this is my childhood home. Of course, he’d want me to have it.”
A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney
Within a week, Lorraine was gone.
And that robe?
Lorraine had conveniently left it behind. I donated it to charity with the rest of the things she’d abandoned. Let someone else enjoy it because I sure as hell wasn’t keeping it.
A cozy reading room | Source: Midjourney
I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned off My Alarm
Ever since I was little, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. When my mom died of cancer, that dream only grew stronger. I worked toward my dream for years. Today was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.
A dreaming woman | Source: Pexels
Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone. But when I woke up and reached for my phone, my heart stopped.
It was 9:55 a.m. My exam was starting at 10:00.
“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” I threw my blankets off and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.
A shocked woman in her bed | Source: Pexels
I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed.
“Linda!” I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. “Linda, please! I need a ride! My exam is in five minutes!”
She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly. “You’re late already. You should’ve set an alarm.”
“I did!” I shouted, feeling the sting of frustration and panic in my voice. “Three of them! But somehow, they got turned off.”
An angry woman | Source: Pexels
She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. “Maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school, hmm?”
I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. I headed for the door, knowing I’d never make it on foot, but desperate enough to try.
“I know who did it,” my little brother Jason said then.
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He looked at Linda cautiously. “I saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.”
Linda shot him a sharp look. “Jason, stop making up stories,” she hissed.
Jason gulped but didn’t back down. “I’m not lying! I saw you go into her room, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn’t need to be at that stupid exam, anyway.”
A serious boy | Source: Pexels
“Fine. Yes, I did it,” Linda sighed. “You’re not fit to be a doctor. It’s a waste of time, energy, and, frankly, a lot of money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.”
Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, heading toward our house.
Jason gave me a small, hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Em. I called for help.”
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“You are the bad guy, Linda,” he said, his eyes fierce despite his small frame. “Emily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.”
Linda’s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside.
Jason didn’t miss a beat. “I called you,” he said. “My sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss it.”
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The officers exchanged a glance, then turned to me. “Is that true?” the male officer asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I have to get to the school right now, or I’ll lose my chance to take the exam.”
“Alright, young lady,” the female officer said. “We’ll get you there.”
Linda’s face contorted with disbelief. “Wait, you’re actually going to escort her?”
“It’s our job to help people,” the officer replied.
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The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring. We pulled up at the exam center after the doors had been closed.
One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Ma’am, the exam has begun,” he said, glancing at the officers.
The policewoman explained quickly. “This young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she’s here now. If there’s any way she can sit for the exam…”
A policewoman talking | Source: Pexels
The proctor’s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, then gave a brief nod. “Alright. Go on in.”
“Thank you,” I managed, barely believing I’d made it.
I found my seat, still rattled but refusing to let the morning’s events get the better of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.
A young woman writing an exam | Source: Pexels
Hours later, I exited the exam room, exhausted but relieved. I headed home, where my dad was waiting. Jason and I told him everything.
“Is this true?” he demanded, glaring at Linda.
Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I… I was just trying to keep her from making a mistake.”
“You sabotaged her dreams because of your selfishness,” my dad said coldly. “You’re not staying here another night.”
An angry man | Source: Pexels
Linda’s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly.
“Pack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.”
Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.
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Peguei a esposa do meu irmão escondendo meu presente de casamento sob o vestido dela — o que ela escondeu me fez questionar meu casamento
O dia do casamento de Selena brilhou com perfeição, até que ela pegou sua cunhada grávida colocando um presente de casamento por baixo do vestido. O que ela encontrou dentro daquela caixa após o confronto quebrou sua alegria como vidro e a fez questionar a própria fundação de seu casamento.
O salão de baile respirava vida, uma sinfonia de amor e celebração. Luzes brancas de fada caíam em cascata do teto, lançando um brilho mágico em centenas de rostos. Eu estava no centro de tudo, meu vestido de noiva branco uma declaração de pura alegria, a mão do meu marido Alan quente na minha.
Nossa primeira dança tinha acabado de terminar. Os convidados aplaudiram, e taças de champanhe foram erguidas em brinde. Minha mãe enxugou os olhos da mesa da frente, enquanto os pais de Alan sorriam de orgulho. Tudo estava perfeito. Absolutamente perfeito.
Uma noiva alegre | Fonte: Midjourney
“Preciso ir ao banheiro rapidamente”, sussurrei para Alan, beijando sua bochecha.
Seus dedos traçaram minha mão. “Volte logo, princesa. A noite ainda é uma criança.”
A mesa de presentes chamou minha atenção quando passei. Fileiras de presentes elegantemente embrulhados estavam como sentinelas silenciosas, refletindo a luz suave. Minha cunhada Leah estava por perto, parecendo desconfortável.
“Leah?”, gritei, minha voz suave com preocupação. “Está tudo bem?”
Seu corpo tremia como uma folha pega no vento de outono. Algo estava profundamente errado. Eu podia sentir isso em meus ossos.
Uma mulher assustada | Fonte: Midjourney
“Parece que você viu um fantasma”, eu disse suavemente, dando um passo mais perto.
Sua barriga de grávida se projetava em um ângulo estranho, quase anormalmente rígida. Como uma cunhada que vinha acompanhando sua gravidez pelos últimos três meses, algo parecia… diferente. Errado. Impossivelmente errado.
“Meu Deus”, murmurei, estreitando os olhos, “sua barriga de gravidez parece muito maior do que eu lembrava. E um pouco estranha. Está tudo bem?”
A mão de Leah instintivamente se moveu para cobrir sua barriga, sua aliança de casamento refletindo a luz. Um suor nervoso surgiu em sua testa, pequenas gotas que falavam muito sobre algo que eu não conseguia identificar.
“Não toque”, ela sussurrou enquanto eu me aproximava.
Uma mulher grávida | Fonte: Pexels
Minha mão se estendeu de qualquer forma, a curiosidade queimando mais forte que a cautela. Um gesto fraternal de conexão e cuidado. Mas algo pareceu estranho no momento em que meus dedos roçaram sua barriga.
Era anormalmente sólido. Não o movimento suave e fluido de uma vida em crescimento, mas algo duro. Mecânico. Como se uma caixa estivesse escondida sob seu vestido.
Antes que eu pudesse processar a sensação, a gravidade pareceu conspirar. Um presente embrulhado caiu de baixo do vestido dela, aterrissando com um baque que cortou a música de fundo do casamento.
“QUE DIABOS É ISSO?”, perguntei, alto o suficiente para fazer os convidados próximos se virarem.
Uma caixa de presente | Fonte: Midjourney
A reação de Leah foi visceral. Seus olhos, normalmente castanhos e quentes, ficaram frenéticos, disparando para a esquerda e para a direita como um animal encurralado buscando escapar. Suas mãos voaram para fora, tremendo tão violentamente que eu podia ver cada dedo tremendo.
“Não abra, Selena. Por favor”, ela implorou. “Você não pode… você não deveria ver o que tem dentro.”
A multidão ao redor de nós silenciou com uma inspiração coletiva. Sussurros começaram a voar como borboletas nervosas, subindo e descendo em uma sinfonia de especulação.
“Por que não?”, perguntei, meus dedos já trabalhando na fita com raiva e curiosidade desesperada.
O rosto de Leah ficou pálido. “Por favor”, ela repetiu, mas dessa vez foi um sussurro entrecortado. “Alguns segredos são feitos para permanecer escondidos. Não os abra, Selena. Por favor… me escute.”
Uma mulher ansiosa | Fonte: Midjourney
Mas segredos têm um jeito de se libertar, não importa o quão bem eles estejam embrulhados. E eu estava prestes a desembrulhar tudo.
A fita caiu como uma promessa se desfazendo. Minhas mãos tremeram quando a tampa se abriu. E meus olhos se arregalaram em descrença. Havia várias fotografias. Do meu marido. Com outra mulher.
Não apenas proximidade casual. Momentos íntimos capturados em cores vívidas e implacáveis. A mão dela no ombro dele. Seus rostos próximos, rindo. Uma cena de sauna que parecia algo entre amigos e amantes. Cada imagem brilhante parecia uma faca se enfiando mais fundo na minha alma.
Um homem e uma mulher relaxando juntos em uma sauna | Fonte: Freepik
“O que. São. Isso?” Eu gritei.
O salão de baile ao nosso redor parecia encolher.
Alan apareceu de repente, sua colônia, a mesma que ele usou quando nos conhecemos, agora cheirando a traição. Sua cor desbotou, deixando-o com uma aparência fantasmagórica.
“Selena”, ele começou, mas as palavras ficaram presas em sua garganta como arame farpado.
Eu levantei uma fotografia. Aquela em que eles estavam sentados impossivelmente próximos em uma sauna cheia de vapor. “Explique. Agora.”
Seu pomo de adão balançou. Suor escorria em sua testa. “Não é—”
“NÃO O QUÊ?”, interrompi. Vários convidados próximos se viraram, suas conversas morrendo no meio da frase.
Os olhos de um homem chocado | Fonte: Unsplash
Leah ficou paralisada, seu pânico anterior se transformando em uma estranha fusão de culpa e medo.
“Essas fotos parecem bem íntimas”, rosnei, espalhando as fotos na mesa de presentes.
A mão de Alan se estendeu. “Por favor, não aqui—”
“AQUI ESTÁ PERFEITO! Explique a todos que essas fotos não são o que parecem.”
“Eu posso explicar”, Alan sussurrou. “Não é o que você pensa.”
Uma noiva furiosa | Fonte: Midjourney
A música parou. As taças de champanhe pararam de tilintar. E nosso mundo perfeito tinha acabado de se despedaçar.
O silêncio era ensurdecedor. Os convidados formaram um círculo frouxo ao nosso redor, seus sussurros confusos criando um zumbido baixo e elétrico de antecipação.
“Comece a falar, Alan. Desembucha. Eu quero cada. Único. Detalhe.”
“Selena, pare. Ele é inocente”, Leah interrompeu.
As mãos dela torceram o tecido do vestido. Lágrimas brotaram em seus olhos, mas algo me disse que não eram apenas lágrimas de medo. Eram lágrimas de frustração, de algo terrivelmente errado.
Uma mulher angustiada olhando para alguém | Fonte: Midjourney
“É tudo culpa minha”, ela soluçou. “Eu queria te proteger. Eu queria te salvar do que eu achava que estava acontecendo.”
Alan estava ali perto, rígido como uma estátua, com o maxilar tão cerrado que pensei que fosse quebrar.
“Me proteger? De quê?”, perguntei.
“Semanas atrás, comecei a notar coisas quando visitei para ajudar você com os preparativos do casamento.” As palavras de Leah saíram mais rápido agora, uma confissão desesperada saindo como um rio rompendo uma represa. “As noites tardias de Alan. Aquelas visitas intermináveis à academia. O jeito como ele sempre parecia tão perfeito… camisas passadas, cabelo perfeitamente penteado e sempre cheirando como se tivesse acabado de sair de uma revista.”
Um homem em um terno azul imaculado | Fonte: Pexels
Eu me lembrei daquelas manhãs. Alan, meticulosamente se preparando para o trabalho. Sempre parecendo imaculado.
A multidão engasgou. Minha mãe, sentada na mesa da frente, inclinou-se para frente, seu garfo suspenso no ar.
“O que isso tem a ver com isso?” Eu a confrontei.
“Eu não conseguia me livrar da sensação de que algo estava errado”, ela disse. “Então eu fiz uma loucura. Contratei um investigador particular que capturou essas fotos. Minha intenção era expor a suposta infidelidade de Alan antes que você andasse pelo corredor.”
“Eu providenciei um mensageiro para entregar as fotos no seu quarto de hotel. Eu queria que você visse a verdade antes do casamento, antes de cometer o maior erro da sua vida.”
Um entregador batendo na porta de um quarto de hotel | Fonte: Pexels
Os dedos dela torceram o tecido do vestido. “Mas nada saiu conforme o planejado. O mensageiro não conseguiu te encontrar… você já tinha ido para o local do casamento no mesmo hotel. Eu o vi na recepção e perguntei se a noiva tinha recebido algum pacote. Ele disse que tinha colocado o pacote com os outros presentes de casamento. Você acredita nisso? Todo o meu plano cuidadosamente orquestrado, completamente descarrilado.”
“Fiquei furiosa”, Leah continuou. “Primeiro, o mensageiro não lhe deu as fotos antes do casamento. Segundo, eu precisava que você visse essas imagens imediatamente. Eu queria salvá-la do que eu pensava ser uma vida inteira de traição.”
Sua voz ficou mais forte e confiante. “Mas então, no casamento, tudo mudou quando conheci esse casal. A mulher? Ela era a mesma daquelas fotos. Casados e felizes por 20 anos. Acontece que Alan e ela eram apenas colegas de um retiro da empresa. Não havia nada acontecendo entre eles.”
Um jovem casal | Fonte: Unsplash
“Falei com a mulher e ela me mostrou mais fotos”, Leah continuou. “De exercícios de formação de equipe. Networking profissional. Momentos completamente inocentes que eu distorci na minha mente e tirei conclusões precipitadas sobre seu marido.”
Alan deu um passo à frente. “Meu Deus… como você pôde… Eu nunca—”
“Sinto muito. Eu entendi tudo errado”, Leah interrompeu.
A sala prendeu a respiração.
“Mas por que você faria isso? Por que levar essas fotos para o meu casamento? De todos os dias?”, perguntei a Leah.
A resposta dela foi imediata.
“Porque eu queria expor Alan na frente de todos. Porque eu achava que estava fazendo a coisa certa. Às vezes, o amor nos faz fazer as coisas mais destrutivas, pensando que estamos sendo úteis.”
A verdade pairava no ar… complicada, confusa e muito humana.
Uma noiva emocional | Fonte: Midjourney
Alan se virou para Leah, sua fúria controlada era uma lâmina afiada cortando a atmosfera festiva do casamento.
“Você não tinha o direito de fazer isso. Não tinha o direito de arrastar minha reputação pela lama. Não tinha o direito de destruir o dia do meu casamento com sua cruzada equivocada.”
“Eu estava tentando protegê-la—”
“Protegê-la? Você quase destruiu tudo. Meu casamento. Minha reputação. Minha vida inteira.”
Seus olhos brilhavam com uma raiva que fez até os convidados próximos darem um passo para trás.
Um homem apontando um dedo | Fonte: Pexels
“Eu dei tudo para Selena”, Alan continuou. “Toda noite no escritório, toda hora na academia… era tudo para construir uma vida para nós. E você decidiu distorcer esses momentos em algo feio?”
Leah começou a chorar, com as mãos cobrindo o rosto.
Então Alan se virou para mim, seus olhos mais suaves, mas cheios de uma dor mais profunda do que qualquer acusação.
“Você confia em mim tão pouco assim? Depois de tudo que passamos?”
Meu coração desmoronou. O vestido de noiva branco perfeito de repente pareceu sufocante. Lágrimas começaram a escorrer pelo meu rosto, o rímel embaçando minha visão.
Uma noiva chateada com os olhos baixos | Fonte: Midjourney
“Sinto muito”, sussurrei, e depois mais alto: “SINTO MUITO, ALAN”.
Meu corpo tremeu com soluços. O peso da dúvida, a dor de quase destruir algo lindo… tudo desmoronou.
“Eu deveria ter acreditado em você. E confiado em você imediatamente. Em vez disso, deixei que as suspeitas de outra pessoa envenenassem minha mente.”
A raiva de Alan derreteu. Ele se aproximou, suas mãos gentis enquanto ele enxugava minhas lágrimas.
“Ei, estamos bem.”
“Como você pode me perdoar tão facilmente?”, perguntei.
Um noivo segurando as mãos da noiva | Fonte: Midjourney
Ele sorriu, aquele sorriso que me fez me apaixonar por ele todos aqueles anos atrás. “Porque o amor não é sobre ser perfeito. É sobre escolher um ao outro. Todo santo dia.”
O casamento ao nosso redor continuou. Música tocava. Convidados dançavam. Nosso dia perfeito, momentaneamente equilibrado no fio da navalha, começou a sarar.
“Eu confio em você”, sussurrei para Alan. E naquele momento, eu quis dizer cada palavra.
A noite terminou. A dúvida desapareceu. Mas a confiança permaneceria. Para sempre.
Um casal em seu casamento | Fonte: Unsplash
Aqui vai outra história : quando o cunhado de Jacqueline pediu que ela fizesse um bolo para seu aniversário, ela fez isso apesar de saber que seus sogros constantemente achavam que ela “nunca” era boa o suficiente. Ela chegou feliz na festa com o bolo, apenas para congelar em lágrimas ao ver as decorações.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
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