It was our 10th anniversary, and my husband Carl had planned an extravagant party. A “celebration of love,” he called it, but I felt an unsettling dread creeping in as I forced a smile.

“Mary, darling!” My sister-in-law Anita glided over, flaunting the gold bracelet Carl had given her last month. “Isn’t this party just divine? Carl really outdid himself!”

I gritted my teeth. “It’s wonderful.”

Anita leaned closer, her breath heavy with champagne. “I can’t wait to see your gift! It must be spectacular to top this little trinket.”

Before I could respond, Carl’s booming voice cut through the chatter. “Everyone, if I could have your attention please!”

My heart raced. This was the moment I’d been waiting for.

“Mary, happy anniversary, sweetheart!” He presented a large, gift-wrapped box.

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With trembling hands, I unwrapped it, and my heart sank. Inside was a brand-new mop. Silence filled the room, only broken by Anita’s hyena-like laughter.

“What… what is this?” I stammered, looking up at Carl.

He chuckled, “The real gift is coming later.”

But I saw the truth—this was how he saw me: as his personal maid.

“Tell me the real gift, Carl.”

“I… well… it’s a surprise.”

Anita cackled louder. “Oh, this is too good! Now you have the right tool for the job!”

Something snapped inside me. Ten years of feeling undervalued boiled over. Without a word, I turned and marched toward the front door.

“Mary?” Carl called after me.

Ignoring him, I pushed past shocked guests and reached Carl’s prized sports car. I swung the mop handle into the windshield, shattering it with a satisfying crash.

Gasps erupted. Carl’s face drained of color. “What the hell?!”

I tossed the mop at his feet. “Happy anniversary to you too, darling. Enjoy your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.”

I stormed back inside, shoving past gawking guests. Anita’s laughter had died, replaced by shocked whispers.

I slammed our bedroom door behind me, shaking. How had it come to this?

Suddenly, a loud crash from outside made me jump. Peering out the window, I gasped. One of the heavy concrete planters had mysteriously toppled over, landing squarely on Carl’s car. The hood was caved in, and the paint was ruined.

A giggle bubbled up inside me. Karma had worked its magic.

I made my way downstairs, drawn by raised voices. Anita was pacing, her face contorted with rage as she screamed into her phone about her frozen accounts.

Carl looked shell-shocked, glancing between his distraught sister and me.

Just then, an old family friend, Linda, approached. “Mary, there’s something you need to know.”

My stomach knotted. “What is it?”

“Linda glanced around nervously. “I overheard Carl talking last week. He’s been meeting with a divorce lawyer.”

The floor tilted beneath me. “What?”

Linda nodded. “I’m sorry, Mary. He has papers drawn up.”

The pieces clicked into place. The mop wasn’t just thoughtlessness; it was a message. He wanted to humiliate me before dropping the final blow.

“Thank you for telling me,” I said, holding back tears. “I need to do something.”

That night, while Carl argued with his insurance company, I slipped into our home office. My hands shook as I accessed our financial records.

What I found made my breath catch. The house was solely in my name, as were 51% of the shares in our business. Carl had thought he was clever, assuming I wouldn’t understand.

A smile spread across my face. He had no idea what was coming.

The next morning, I began packing Carl’s things. He watched from the doorway, looking lost.

“What are you doing?” he gasped.

“Packing your things. You’re leaving.”

His mouth opened and closed. “But this is…”

“My house,” I finished. “Even the business! Funny how things work out, isn’t it?”

Carl ran a hand through his hair, looking panicked. “Mary, I never meant for things to end like this.”

“Really? You planned to humiliate me before serving me divorce papers.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

I shoved his bags out the door. The doorbell rang. Two men in suits stood there.

“Mrs. Anderson?” one asked.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I’m Agent Roberts from the FBI. We need to ask you about your sister-in-law, Mrs. Peterson.”

Carl paled. “What’s this about?”

“She’s under investigation for fraud and money laundering,” the agent explained. “We believe she may have involved your business.”

I turned to Carl, who looked shocked. “I’ll cooperate fully with your investigation. As the majority shareholder, I insist.”

Carl’s face twisted in disbelief. “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, honey,” I smirked. “Looks like you’ll need that mop more than I do.”

Later, I invited Linda over. “Turns out, I don’t need to go anywhere. The house is mine.”

“Well, well, well. Looks like Carl’s in for a rude awakening.”

As we settled into the living room, I felt lighter, freer than I had in years.

“You know,” Linda said, “I always thought karma was just an idea. But after everything…”

I laughed softly. “It’s like the universe decided to balance the scales.”

Linda raised her glass. “Well, remind me never to get on your bad side.”

That night, I caught my reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back looked stronger, more alive than ever.

“I didn’t have to lift a finger,” I told my reflection. “Karma took care of everything.”

The mop stood in the corner, a reminder that life can change in an instant.