A weekend getaway turned into a nightmare for Gabriela when her husband’s jealousy got out of control and he left her on foot 50 km from home. What she didn’t know was that karma was about to give her a surprising twist that would turn the tables and restore her sense of justice.
Hi, I’m Gabriela. My husband, Samuel, and I just got back from what was supposed to be a wonderful weekend getaway. We’ve been married for ten years. Most of the time, we get along great. But sometimes, things get tense. This weekend, things got worse.
We were driving back from a charming little town where we had spent two days. The sun was shining and we had visited some lovely places. We enjoyed quaint cafes, beautiful parks and even a boat ride. It seemed like a perfect getaway from our busy lives. Samuel seemed happy, and I was delighted to see him relaxing for a change.
We had a wonderful time, right up until the last day. We ate in a cozy restaurant. Our waiter was friendly, maybe too friendly, according to Samuel. He started making sarcastic comments about the waiter’s attentiveness. I laughed, but Samuel’s mood changed.
“Why was he so interested in you?” Samuel asked as we walked to the car.
“I think he was just doing his job,” I replied, trying to keep things light.
Samuel didn’t say much as we got into the car. The ride home was quiet at first. I stared out the window, trying to enjoy the last moments of our trip. But I could feel Samuel’s anger simmering beside me.
After an hour of driving, Samuel finally spoke. His voice was cold. “I saw the way you looked at him.”
I sighed, feeling a knot forming in my stomach. “Samuel, I didn’t look at him in any special way.”
She gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I doubt you would have held back on flirting if I wasn’t around!”
That comment hurt me. I turned to him. “How can you say that? I would never cheat on you!”
“You sure had a funny way of showing it,” he replied.
My heart sank. “You’re being ridiculous. He was just a waiter, doing his job.”
The argument escalated quickly. We went from tense silence to shouting in a matter of minutes. Each word Samuel said hurt more than the last. His jealousy was unfounded, but I wouldn’t let it go.
“You don’t understand what it feels like,” Samuel continued, raising his voice. “To see you smile at another man.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head. “I love you, Samuel. Why can’t you trust me?”
He stopped the car suddenly, making my heart skip a beat. “Get out,” he said through gritted teeth.
“What?” I asked, surprised.
“Get out and walk home!” he repeated, this time shouting the words, his eyes blazing.
I couldn’t believe he was serious, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t joking. I opened the door with tears in my eyes. “As you wish,” I said, closing the door behind me.
Standing on the side of the road, I watched as Samuel sped away, leaving me alone. I started walking, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. I couldn’t understand how our perfect weekend had turned into this nightmare. Samuel and I had our problems, but this was beyond anything I had ever imagined.
I started walking along the side of the road. The sun was setting and the air was getting colder. I was shivering, not only from the cold, but from the shock of what had happened.
I stuck out my thumb, hoping someone would stop and give me a lift. Cars sped by, their drivers staring at me with curiosity or indifference.
My mind was racing, replaying the argument with Samuel over and over again. How could he think I would cheat on him? His jealousy had always been a problem, but this time it had gone too far.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a car slowed down and stopped. The driver, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, rolled down his window. “Do you need a ride?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, feeling relieved. “Thank you very much.”
I climbed into the car, grateful to be off my feet and out of the cold. The driver smiled at me. “I’m Thomas,” he said. “Where are you headed?”
“Home,” I replied. “It’s about fifty kilometers from here.”
Thomas nodded and started driving. “Bad day, huh?”
“You have no idea,” I said, letting out a sigh. “My husband and I had a huge fight and he left me on the road.”
Thomas looked at me sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?”
As we drove, I told Tomas about the weekend, about the waiter, and the argument that had gotten out of hand. It felt good to talk to someone, to let off some steam. Tomas listened patiently, nodding occasionally.
“It sounds like your husband has serious trust issues,” she said when I finished.
“Yes,” I nodded. “I don’t understand why you can’t trust me.”
We drove in silence for a while, and I stared out the window, thinking about everything that had happened. I loved Samuel, but his jealousy was tearing us apart. How could we move on if he couldn’t trust me?
Suddenly, I saw a familiar car on the side of the road. My heart skipped a beat. It was Samuel’s car, and behind it were flashing police lights.
“It’s my husband’s car!” I said to Tomas. “Can you stop?”
Tomas nodded and slowed down, parking behind the police car. I got out and walked over to Samuel, who was talking to a police officer. He seemed surprised and a little embarrassed to see me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I approached.
The policeman turned to me. “Is this your husband, ma’am?”
“Yes,” I replied. “What happened?”
“He’s been pulled over for speeding and reckless driving,” the officer explained. “This is his third offense, so we’re going to have to tow his car and possibly suspend his license.”
Samuel looked at me, his face a mixture of anger and despair. “Scarlet, please, can you help me?”
I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. “Officer,” I said, “may I take the car home? I have a valid license.”
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The officer looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. If you drive, we won’t have to tow you. But you’ll still get a ticket.”
I took the keys from Samuel, feeling a sense of power and justice. This was his mess, and now it was up to me to bail him out. As I sat in the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.
Samuel was sitting by the road, looking defeated. “Thanks,” he muttered as I started the car.
I didn’t answer. I focused on the road, feeling a mix of relief and triumph. I was in control now. Samuel had to understand that his actions had consequences.
As I walked away, leaving Samuel to deal with the police, I felt a strange sense of closure. It wasn’t the end of our troubles, but it was a step toward regaining my strength and independence. Samuel would have to face his own demons, and I would be there to support him, but only if he learned to trust me.
For the moment, I was content to return home, knowing that karma had had the last laugh.
No one stopped to pick up this old man near the highway and after an hour I understood why – Story of the day
When Rebeca and her daughter Luna set out on a journey, they had no idea that the trip would test their ideas about kindness. An unexpected encounter with a stranded man forced Rebeca to confront her fears, leading to a life-changing lesson taught to her by her brave young daughter.
My name is Rebecca, and I was the kind of person who usually stood by when I witnessed an injustice or when someone needed help.
I was always afraid to stand out and hoped that someone else would help or stand up against injustice.
Anyone but me. But that day I acted differently and it changed my life forever.
It was a sunny Friday morning. Luna and I were heading to my mother’s house for the weekend. Luna, my eight-year-old daughter, was sitting in the front seat next to me.
She looked out the window, her face pressed against the glass, clearly displeased by the long journey.
The road stretched ahead, and he could see his reflection in the rearview mirror. His brows were furrowed and he let out a sigh every few minutes.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, looking at her.
“I’m bored, Mom,” he replied, without taking his eyes off the landscape. “The trip is taking forever.”
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