Husband Texts He’s in a Business Meeting & Cancels Our Date—I Saw Him Leaving Work at the Same Time

Leighton, after witnessing how her parents celebrated their anniversary, is sure about one thing — when she gets married, she will do just that. But when her anniversary rolls around, her husband skips their romantic dinner and lies about a meeting. Curiosity prevails, and Leighton follows Josh, only to find him at a motel with the first person he ever loved. Is there a hidden truth, or is the story exactly what it looks like?

I grew up in a home where anniversaries were important and had to be celebrated. It was just something that my parents always paid extra attention to.

My mother would bake a cake every year on their anniversary, even if my father had dinner plans for them.

A woman and little girl decorating a cake | Source: Pexels

A woman and little girl decorating a cake | Source: Pexels

“It’s important to celebrate a marriage, Leighton,” my mother would say.

And she would usually be decorating the cake at this point.

“I mean, you’ll understand it one day,” she said. “But married life is difficult, and that’s why you have to celebrate making it another year.”

A little girl decorating a cake | Source: Pexels

A little girl decorating a cake | Source: Pexels

Since then, I knew that if I ever got married, wedding anniversaries would be a big deal.

And then I met Josh, who seemed to understand the importance of it — or at least, the sentimentality of it all.

So, the other day was our sixth anniversary, and because it was the middle of the week, there just wasn’t going to be enough time to plan something intimate at home.

A newlywed couple at the beach | Source: Pexels

A newlywed couple at the beach | Source: Pexels

A dinner out was going to be our best option.

“It’s not a bad idea, Leighton,” Josh said when I told him that we had to settle on that.

“It’s much easier, anyway,” I said, thinking about the fuss of getting home and having to cook an elaborate dinner after a long day at the office.

The weekend before our anniversary, I went shopping and got Josh a new set of ties — my husband was into his tie collection and was always looking to add to it.

A couple at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

A couple at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

Then, on the day, I arranged to pick Josh up from work, excited for our romantic dinner at our favorite restaurant.

I left work a little earlier than usual and parked across the road from Josh’s building, waiting for him to leave work. I sat in the car, reapplying my lipstick and sorting my hair out. I sang along to the radio and waited.

Twenty minutes later, Josh still hadn’t come out. I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer either.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Pexels

Eventually, I sent him a text:

Hey, honey! I’m waiting outside — I’m parked across the flower shop.

Not even a minute later, my phone pinged with a text message notification.

Caught up in a meeting, don’t wait for me. I’ll see you at home.

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A flower shop exterior | Source: Pexels

My heart sank. I understood the importance of work — especially because Josh loved his job, and he always brought work home, often going through spreadsheets in bed at night.

I was disappointed, I mean, it was our special day. But I knew that these things were sometimes beyond our control. I picked up my phone to reply before driving off.

A woman turning around in the driver's seat | Source: Pexels

A woman turning around in the driver’s seat | Source: Pexels

Sure, see you later.

Starting the car, I could only think about sinking my teeth into a sugary donut.

“You can’t keep eating your feelings,” I told myself. “But today calls for it.”

Just then, I saw Josh push open the building door, his briefcase at his side, and his phone in his hand.

A person holding a donut | Source: Pexels

A person holding a donut | Source: Pexels

He walked briskly to an unfamiliar car and slid in — not even glancing to see if I was around.

Moments ago, I could imagine eating a donut, now I could only taste confusion and betrayal thick on my tongue.

Of course, I followed him. I needed to know who was driving the car and where they were headed.

I needed to know who my husband would rather spend our anniversary with if not me.

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A parked car | Source: Pexels

I followed the car for about fifteen minutes before it started to slow down — we were just outside of town now. There were fewer buildings around, and it was quieter. If anything, the air seemed lighter and fresh.

“What are you up to, Josh?” I asked the silence around me.

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A person driving down a lonely road | Source: Pexels

Eventually, the car led me to a decrepit motel on the outskirts of the city. I watched, hidden by the shadows, as my husband got out of the car. Moments later, another man stepped out of the car.

He was also in a suit, holding onto a stack of paperwork. But he walked in another direction — to the motel office, it seemed.

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A man in a suit | Source: Pexels

Josh, on the other hand, walked straight up to a room. He knocked once, opened the door, and disappeared into a room.

I couldn’t sit back any longer. My feet moved on their own accord across the street, and there I was, outside the door that was slightly ajar.

A murmur of voices seeped out, spilling onto the pavement.

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The exterior of a motel room | Source: Pexels

Pushing the door open, my eyes landed on a scene that knocked the wind out of me.

There was Josh, sitting at a little table, surrounded by paperwork. Directly across from him was a woman. But it wasn’t just any woman, it was Sophia — Josh’s first love.

I couldn’t understand what was happening. It was our anniversary, and Josh was here, in a run-down motel with the first woman he had loved.

It made no sense, but at the same time, a story seemed to be unfolding.

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A couple sitting at a table | Source: Pexels

“Happy anniversary,” I said, the words laced with bitterness.

My husband leaped up, his face full of shock and his mouth hanging open.

“Leighton,” he said. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Sophia, her face flushed with surprise, began gathering the papers.

“Then what is it?” I asked. “You skipped dinner for whatever this is.”

My voice broke, teetering on the edge of anger and sorrow.

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

“No, Leighton, listen,” Sophia interjected, her voice calm, trying to soothe the storm.

“What are those papers for?” I asked.

I couldn’t see what they were, but my mind was convinced that they were divorce papers. Why else would my husband be sitting in a motel room with another woman?

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A pile of paperwork on a table | Source: Unsplash

“Darling,” Josh said, taking a step toward me. “We’re planning to buy this motel.”

“What?” I asked, genuinely surprised by the turn of events.

“We thought that it would make a perfect business venture,” Sophia said. “This isn’t about me, Leighton. I just have the contacts to help it happen. The man who drove Josh here is my husband. He’s sorting out the final paperwork with the owner, who happens to be his brother-in-law.”

My husband nodded earnestly, adding, “I wanted this to be our new start, something that you and I could build together. To create a legacy for ourselves. This was supposed to be official last week, but there was a delay with the owner.”

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A smiling man | Source: Pexels

“We only had this evening to sign everything,” Sophia chirped in.

The room was thick with tension as I processed their words.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” my voice softened as my heart rate slowed down.

Sophia looked from Josh to me and back to the pile of paperwork. She helped herself to a piece of candy from the dish in front of her.

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A bowl of candy | Source: Unsplash

“I thought keeping it a surprise until everything was set would be… I don’t know, more special?” he said.

He looked down at the dirty carpet beneath our feet.

“So, what now?” I asked, looking at my watch.

“The moment my husband gets back with the signed documents, Josh can sign, and we’ll be done here,” Sophia said, picking up her handbag.

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A woman holding her handbag | Source: Pexels

“Have a seat,” Josh said, pulling out a chair for me. “The moment I sign, we can get out of here.”

Sophia excused herself, claiming that she wanted to check out the vending machine because she was starving.

“You really just wanted this to be a surprise?” I asked Josh.

“Of course,” he said. “I’ve been looking into property for a while now. I want it to be our safety net in terms of finances.”

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A vending machine | Source: Pexels

We sat together and spoke for a little while longer before Sophia and her husband came in, carrying the stack of paperwork that I had seen him holding earlier.

“Almost done now,” Sophia said, handing Josh a pen.

A little while later, we were in my car, with Josh driving us home.

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A person signing a document | Source: Pexels

“I know it’s late, and that we have missed our reservation,” he said. “But let’s get some dinner anyway.”

We went to a diner not too far away from our home.

“No more secrets, Josh,” I said as our food arrived.

“I promise,” he said, reaching for my hand across the table, his eyes earnest.

As we drove home, I realized that although the night had not gone as planned, perhaps it needed to have been that way. With a promise renewed and a future venture to embark on together.

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The exterior of a restaurant | Source: Pexels

But as Josh showered that evening, I pulled out the anniversary cake that I had gotten the day before. As it had been my parents’ tradition, I wanted it to become ours.

I surprised Josh with the cake as he was getting into bed.

“This is better than a fancy dinner,” he said.

After seeing the motel, I know that there’s going to be a lot of time and dedication going into it. At least while we try to make it our own.

I have paint swatches and room layouts already planned in my head.

A woman holding a cake | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a cake | Source: Pexels

What would you have done?

Entitled Brat Threw Trash in Front of Elderly Garbage Lady, Saying ‘Pick It Up, It’s Your Job’ – Karma Instantly Hits Back

Entitled Brat Threw Trash in Front of Elderly Garbage Lady, Saying ‘Pick It Up, It’s Your Job’ – Karma Instantly Hits Back

Colin here, ready to serve up a story so satisfying, it’ll make you believe in instant justice. Picture this: a young punk with an attitude messes with our neighborhood’s garbage guardian. Let’s just say, his trash talk went straight to the landfill. This tale has a pungent beginning, a hilarious middle, and a sweet, sweet ending you won’t want to miss.

A young man standing next to his car in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A young man standing next to his car in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

I’m a 35-year-old guy living in a quiet, friendly neighborhood. We’ve got this amazing elderly lady, Mrs. Johnson, who’s been our garbage woman for years. She’s in her 70s, sweet as pie, and always goes the extra mile to keep our streets clean. Everyone respects her… well, almost everyone.

Enter Jake. This entitled brat just moved into the area. He’s in his 20s, living off his parents’ money, and acts like he owns the place. You know the type. He’s blasting loud music at all hours, leaving his stuff everywhere, and just being a general nuisance.

A man walking his dog in the neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A man walking his dog in the neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

So, last week, I was out walking my dog, Max, when I saw something that made my blood boil. Mrs. Johnson was doing her rounds, picking up trash when Jake strutted out of his house with this big bag of garbage.

Instead of walking the few extra steps to the garbage truck, he threw the bag right in front of Mrs. Johnson. He sneered, “Pick it up. It’s your job.”

An elderly lady picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

An elderly lady picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

I could see Mrs. Johnson was hurt and a bit shaken, but she didn’t say anything. She just bent down to pick up the bag. That was it for me. I couldn’t let this slide. But just as I was about to step in, karma beat me to it in the most spectacular way.

Jake, feeling all high and mighty, turned to walk back to his house. But in his arrogance, he didn’t see a patch of wet leaves, and he went down hard, landing right in a puddle of mud. His fancy clothes were drenched and filthy in an instant.

A young man falls into a puddle of muddy water | Source: Midjourney

A young man falls into a puddle of muddy water | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but the real revenge was yet to come.

Seeing the opportunity, I grabbed my phone and quickly called a couple of neighbors who were part of our community watch. They arrived within minutes, and we all surrounded the guy, who was covered in mud and trying to clean himself off.

“Hey buddy,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, “looks like you had a little accident. Need a hand?”

An elderly man scolding a young man with muddied clothes | Source: Midjourney

An elderly man scolding a young man with muddied clothes | Source: Midjourney

He glared at me but didn’t say anything. One of the neighbors, Mr. Parker, who happened to be a retired police officer, stepped forward.

“You know,” he said, “Mrs. Johnson here is a respected member of our community. We don’t take kindly to people disrespecting her.”

The young guy’s face turned pale. He realized he was outnumbered and out of his league. Mrs. Johnson, bless her heart, walked over to him, still holding the trash bag he had thrown.

Garbage bags lying outside a house in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

Garbage bags lying outside a house in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

“I believe this is yours,” she said, handing it back to him with a sweet smile.

Humiliated, he took the bag and mumbled an apology. But we weren’t done yet.

Our retired officer neighbor, Mr. Daniels, suggested, “How about you spend the next hour helping Mrs. Johnson with her rounds as a way of making amends?”

Jake’s eyes widened in horror, but he knew he had no choice. He nodded reluctantly.

A young man in muddied clothes picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A young man in muddied clothes picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

“Great,” Mr. Daniels said. “Grab a pair of gloves from Mrs. Johnson’s truck. You’re on duty now.”

​​So, for the next hour, we all watched as this entitled brat followed Mrs. Johnson around, picking up trash and doing the job he had mocked her for. At first, Jake tried to keep his distance, barely touching the trash, but Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t have any of that.

“Come on now, you need to do it properly,” she said, pointing to a pile of leaves and litter. “Get in there and make sure it’s clean.”

A pile of fallen leaves and litter on the side of the road in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A pile of fallen leaves and litter on the side of the road in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

Jake sighed but bent down to pick up the trash. As time went on, he got sweatier and dirtier, his fancy clothes ruined. He was clearly out of his comfort zone, but he had no choice but to keep going.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him struggle. Karma was working its magic.

At one point, Mrs. Johnson stopped to take a sip of water. “Are you doing alright, Jake?” she asked kindly.

An elderly garbage lady standing next to a garbage truck in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

An elderly garbage lady standing next to a garbage truck in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

Jake, panting and red-faced, just nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, clearly anything but.

The neighbors, including Mr. Parker and Mr. Daniels, watched with satisfaction. We all knew this was a lesson Jake needed to learn.

By the end of the hour, Jake was a mess. Sweaty, dirty, and thoroughly humbled, he trudged back to Mrs. Johnson’s truck to return the gloves. As he handed them over, he muttered another apology. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson.”

A young man in muddied clothes is talking to an elderly garbage lady in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A young man in muddied clothes is talking to an elderly garbage lady in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

She nodded graciously. “Remember, young man, respect is earned through actions, not words.”

He gave a small nod and walked back to his car, looking defeated. As he drove off, I had a feeling he’d think twice before disrespecting anyone again, especially someone as hardworking and kind as Mrs. Johnson.

We haven’t seen Jake since that day. Maybe he moved out, or maybe he’s just laying low. Either way, the neighborhood feels a bit more peaceful now.

A man smiling while standing in a quiet neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A man smiling while standing in a quiet neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

There you have it, folks. Proof that karma can be swift and satisfying. Remember, what goes around truly does come around. Thanks for reading, and perhaps take a moment to reflect on the power of karma in your own life.

Much like Colin witnessing Jake’s entitled behavior toward the respectable Mrs. Johnson, the woman in our next story observed something similar in a slightly different setting.

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