ered, “You deserved so much better.”

And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

We built a life together. A real one, not some staged fantasy for Instagram. And soon after, we welcomed a baby into our world—a beautiful little girl with my eyes and his smile.

I finally had the happiness that had been stolen from me.

Then, one night, fate handed me the sweetest kind of closure.

I was rushing home from work, eager to see my husband and daughter, when I stopped at a gas station. The place was nearly empty, the flickering neon lights buzzing softly in the quiet night.

And that’s when I saw them.

Michael and Anna.

But gone were the designer clothes, the picture-perfect vacations, the air of effortless bliss. Their car was an absolute wreck—rusted, dented, barely clinging to life.

The sound of a baby’s cries pierced the air as Anna shifted the tiny bundle in her arms, her face twisted in frustration.

Michael stood at the counter, swiping his card. Once. Twice.

Declined.

He groaned, running a hand through his unkempt hair.

“Just try it again,” he snapped at the cashier.

“Sir, I’ve tried it three times.”

Anna stormed up to him, hissing under her breath. “Are you serious? We don’t even have gas money?”

“I told you things are tight,” Michael muttered.

“Maybe if you stopped spending so damn much—”

“Oh, I’m the problem?” she shot back, bouncing the screaming baby in her arms. “Maybe if you kept a damn job instead of flirting with cashiers—”

“That’s not what I was doing,” he gritted out.

Anna let out a bitter laugh. “Sure.

Just like you ‘weren’t’ cheating on Helena, right?”

I bit back a grin. Karma is a beautiful thing.

Michael let out a frustrated groan as the gas station clerk handed his useless card back. “Unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” Anna snapped, shifting the baby in her arms.

“It is unbelievable. You swore things were going to get better!”

“Oh, and you’re just so perfect?” He scoffed. “Maybe if you hadn’t maxed out every damn credit card—”

“Are you kidding me?” she hissed.

“I gave up everything for you!”

I watched from the shadows of my car, barely containing my laughter.

Horns honked as their stalled-out junker blocked the pump. A couple of impatient drivers finally stepped out, rolling their eyes.

“Need a push, man?” one guy asked.

Michael clenched his jaw. “Yeah.

Whatever.”

The men shoved the rusted heap to the side, leaving Anna standing there, red-faced and exhausted, jiggling a screaming baby on her hip.

Michael kicked the tire. “This is your fault, you know.”

Anna let out a bitter laugh. “My fault?” She turned to him, eyes blazing.

“You want to know the truth, Michael?”

He crossed his arms. “Oh, this should be good.”

She let out a humorless chuckle. “I think Helena got the better end of the deal.”

And with that, I put my car in drive and went home to my real happiness.

Source: amomama