Life can be brutal when you’re already down. That’s how I felt when my neighbor,
Cheryl, took advantage of my struggles as a single mom and sold me a broken car.
She thought she’d scam me and pocket the cash — but she underestimated the universe’s sense of justice.
Three years ago, I was living a dream with my husband, Dan, until a tragic accident left me a widow,
scrambling to make ends meet. I picked up shifts at Mel’s Diner and cleaned offices just to keep the bills paid.
But when my old minivan died in the parking lot,
I didn’t know how I’d make it to work the next day.
Enter Cheryl, with her shiny jewelry and perfect hair.
She sold me a “barely used” Toyota for $2,500,
claiming it was in perfect condition. But the car died just a day later, and a mechanic confirmed it had been on its last legs for months.
I was furious, but Cheryl wasn’t about to take responsibility.
When I confronted her, she slammed the door in my face, uncaring.
The next day, I found something under the driver’s seat — a leather bag stuffed with $7,000 in cash and a note from Cheryl.
Turns out, she’d been hiding a lot more than a broken engine.
As I watched her panic and beg me for the bag back, I smiled.
Karma had come for her in the most poetic way.
