Winter had always felt like the perfect time for a wedding, and when Matt agreed to marry me in February—just after Valentine’s Day—I was over the moon. It felt so poetic, like something right out of a romance novel. I had everything planned out already, from the dress to the seating chart, and I could already picture our future together in my mind. It seemed so easy. It was just supposed to be me and Matt, side by side, happily ever after. We were on the same page about everything.

It all started at a family dinner, and I never imagined that something so simple would spiral into a creative lesson in karma. But when my brother Ben kept brushing off my polite requests to return the LEGO masterpieces his son, Jason, swiped from our house, I knew it was time to take matters into my own hands. The whole mess began innocently enough. Jason, Ben’s nine-year-old son, was over visiting when he noticed our LEGO dioramas on display. “Look, Dad! A bank robber is hiding from the cops on

Martin had always been a proud, demanding man, and he thought he had everything under control—until his arrogance came back to haunt him. For years, he mocked his wife Shannon for not being the perfect homemaker, but little did he know, karma was waiting to teach him a hard lesson. When Shannon gave birth to their first daughter, Claire, she thought she could juggle work and taking care of the house with ease. At first, things went smoothly. Shannon managed both, working during the day and taking care of her