I had just saved up for months to buy myself a new TV. It wasn’t extravagant—just something decent to enjoy after long shifts and a tight budget. My stepmom, however, saw it differently. The moment she laid eyes on it, she demanded one for herself.
“I want the same model,” she said, arms crossed, as if I owed her luxury.
I calmly explained, “We can’t afford another right now. I barely managed this one.”
Her face twisted. “So you think you deserve nice things and I don’t?”
I didn’t respond. I knew how quickly her moods could spiral. But I didn’t expect what came next.
Later that evening, I heard a loud crash. I rushed into the living room—and there it was. My brand-new TV, shattered. She stood over it, smug.
“Oops,” she said. “Guess it wasn’t built to last.”
I was stunned. No apology. No remorse. Just pure spite.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t retaliate. I simply walked away, knowing that karma has a longer reach than anger ever could.
And karma didn’t wait long.
A week later, she hosted a small gathering with her friends, bragging about her “perfect life.” She borrowed my laptop to stream a show—only to accidentally project her private messages onto the TV in front of everyone. Messages that revealed she’d been gossiping viciously about those very friends.
The room went silent. One by one, they left. Her social circle collapsed overnight.
Then came the kicker: her boss, who happened to be one of the guests, saw everything. She was let go the next day for “unprofessional conduct.”
Suddenly, she was the one who couldn’t afford a new TV. Or rent. Or much of anything.
I didn’t gloat. I didn’t say, “I told you so.” I simply replaced my shattered screen and moved on.
Because sometimes, the best revenge isn’t revenge at all—it’s letting karma do the talking.
