My Cousin Brags about Her ‘Achievements’ Despite Owing Me $5,000 – I Thought About Taking Action, but Karma Took Care of It for Me

When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!

It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.

It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”

I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.

Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.

The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.

“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.

She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.

“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.

She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.

I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.

The holiday mood? Completely ruined.

When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.

“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”

The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.

“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.

“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.

“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.

I Wanted to Teach My Husband a Lesson for Cheating on Me, but Life Punished Me Instead

Bethany’s perfect life shatters when she discovers a love note hidden in her husband’s jacket, hinting at his infidelity. Devastated and consumed by betrayal, she spirals into a quest for revenge that may destroy the very family she cherishes.

My name is Bethany, and I had everything a woman could ask for: a devoted husband, Noah, and two wonderful kids, Darcy and Jake. Every morning, I’d wake up feeling blessed, thinking, “This is it. I’ve made it.”

Until one mistake destroyed everything.

It was a Friday afternoon, and I was doing one of those deep cleans where you end up finding all sorts of forgotten treasures and junk. I was sorting through Noah’s jackets, wondering how one man could need so many, when I felt something crinkle in the pocket.

Curious, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, thinking it was an old receipt or a shopping list.

I unfolded the note, and my heart stopped. The words blurred as my mind tried to make sense of them.

“I will never forget Friday night. You were the best! I love you! I hope you will still divorce her and we will have the children we dream of!”

My hands shook. My first thought was denial. No, this couldn’t be true. Noah had said he was working late that Friday. He even brought home a project he was supposedly working on.

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