On our 10th anniversary, I was expecting a thoughtful gift from my husband, Carl, but instead, he handed me a mop. The room fell silent, and his sister Anita’s laughter echoed through the space. She had been flaunting the bracelet Carl gave her earlier in the night, making the moment even more humiliating. Carl claimed the real gift was coming later, but I saw the truth in his eyes: this was his idea of a joke. A joke that made it clear he saw me as nothing more than a maid.

In a fit of frustration, I stormed out, grabbed the mop, and shattered the windshield of Carl’s precious sports car. The guests gasped, and Carl was left in shock, but karma wasn’t done yet. As I retreated to the house, I looked out the window just in time to see a heavy concrete planter fall, smashing the car’s hood, further ruining his prized possession.