Hi, I’m Scarlett. My husband, Sheldon, and I just returned from a weekend getaway that turned into a nightmare. We’ve been married for ten years, and although we usually get along, things can get tense. This weekend, everything went wrong.

On our last day, we had lunch at a cozy restaurant. The waiter was friendly, which triggered Sheldon’s jealousy. He started making snide comments. “Why was he so interested in you?” he asked. I tried to laugh it off, but Sheldon’s mood darkened.

As we drove home, Sheldon’s anger simmered. “I saw the way you looked at him,” he said coldly. “You sure had a funny way of showing it,” he accused, making my heart pound. The argument escalated quickly, leading Sheldon to pull over and demand, “Get out and walk home!”

I couldn’t believe it, but I got out, tears in my eyes. I started walking, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. After what felt like an eternity, a kind man named Tom offered me a ride. I shared my story with him, and he sympathized, saying, “Sounds like your husband has some serious trust issues.”

As we drove, I spotted Sheldon’s car pulled over by the police. He was being ticketed for speeding and reckless driving. “Can you help me?” he pleaded. I offered to drive his car home, feeling a sense of empowerment.

Driving away, I felt a surge of relief and triumph. Sheldon needed to understand that his actions had consequences. Karma had indeed had the last laugh.