The intense rush of emotions I felt as I moved through the crowded airport was almost unbearable. My mind raced with the possibilities of a confrontation between Dan and Jane, the two people I trusted the most, now embroiled in what seemed like a devastating betrayal. The thought of my deeply grieving husband being alive and hiding with my best friend was surreal and excruciating. Every step forward was a struggle against the shock and sharp sting of betrayal that stuck firmly to my heart.
As I made my way through the bustling crowd, the sounds of the busy airport faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I was consumed by the anticipation of the impending confrontation, each scenario more confrontational than the last. What would I say? How could I express the depth of pain and confusion that has welled up within me since discovering the truth?
Have you ever wondered what happens to liars who get a taste of their own medicine? Explore these three mind-blowing stories of karma at work.
The three women below share their stories of how they caught their cheating partners. Karma had other ideas, though their supposed loves believed their secrets would never be revealed.
1. Tinder is how I found my “dead” husband
I sat in my living room unable to get the horrific images of my husband’s accident out of my head: Dan trapped in his burning car, screaming for help that never came.
Even though his death was months ago, it still felt like it happened yesterday. Everything about Dan was missing, including his humor, his affection, and the sense that everything made sense when he was around.
“You can’t stay locked in this darkness forever, Maria.
I wiped away my tears and turned to comfort Jane who was sitting next to me.
“We have to move forward in life,” she urged. Consider your debts. We need to determine how to take care of them.
You don’t have to solve things yourself.
“I know…” I said, tears welling up in my eyes again.
“But how can I forget Dan and move on like nothing happened?”
Ever the pragmatic Jane stated, “Look, you’ve been through enough. Maybe it’s time to make some new friends. Have you thought about trying Tinder?
Even though it seemed ridiculous, I ended up using someone else’s photos to create a profile on the app that night. My heart stopped when I scrolled through the profiles and saw Dan’s account. I thought it couldn’t be him. Someone has to use his photos. Curious, I swiped right and we matched.
His profile messaged me shortly after. “Hi how are you?” it asked.
“Hello. making lasagna. You?” I tried to act normal, but my heart was pounding.
He said, “I knew someone who made delicious lasagna,” which reminded me of Dan. “I was looking for plane tickets.
“Are you serious? You’re organizing the trip?” he retorted.
“Yeah, I’ve decided to pause. I can’t decide which nation to travel to,” he commented.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Italy,” I replied. Dan never agreed to travel there with me because he felt the Italians were too sentimental for him.
He didn’t like the weather there either.
The foreigner’s response: “I don’t like Italy,” stunned me. People are too emotional and the weather is too hot. However, they are good cooks.’
My heart told me that this man’s reason for not liking Italy was the same as my late husband’s, it was no coincidence.
Curious, I continued the discussion, talking about my favorite places to visit and hiking, a pastime that Dan gave me. Looks like this dude enjoyed the hike too!
But when I brought up my “husband” and our breakup—a fiction to keep the conversation going—things took a strange turn. I accepted a Tinder guy’s suggestion to meet up because I was curious to know more about this friendly stranger.
As I waited for him in the cafe, my heart pounded every time the doorbell rang. But he never did. Rather, I caught a glimpse of a man who looked a lot like Dan hurrying across the street. I tried to chase him but got lost in the crowd.
I immediately pulled out my phone and texted the man on Tinder. What do you think? He never responded.
I drove to Jane’s, confused and nervous, to discover a “For Sale” sign in her yard.
Jane didn’t answer the phone, and Mrs. Gilbert, the next-door neighbor, said that Jane rushed to the airport with a man who looked like Dan. My whole world fell apart.
There was no way Dan could just resurrect himself and run off with Jane. Could? Before I got back to the car, I managed to thank Mrs. Gilbert, even though I had a lot on my mind. Once inside I called Jane’s sister.
I told her everything and urged, “Be honest if you’ve been hiding something all this time.”
“Look, Maria, sometimes sadness gets in your head—” Jane’s sister began, but I cut her off.
“I am aware of that sound. Tell me what I asked, please!” he said in despair.
“There’s nothing here, Maria, I swear,” she replied. “Okay, I’ll call my family and ask.
The call then ended. I was aware that I could not wait for a solution. After starting the vehicle, I headed to the airport.
Was Dan still with us? Were they plotting together with Jane? I wanted to find out, I swear.
I quickly parked my car and hurried across the airport, searching the crowd for any signs of Jane and Dana.
PUSH! I watched them from a distance.
The man had his back to me as she walked through security, followed by Jane with her bright red bag. “I do not!” I shouted as I made my way through the crowd.
The chase through the airport was tense and surreal like it was straight out of a dramatic movie scene. When I finally caught up with them at the security line, my heart sank and then exploded with an overwhelming mix of emotions. The man turned and it was indeed Dan. The shock and betrayal etched on his face mirrored the confusion swirling inside me.
Faced with this undeniable truth, the floodgates opened and all the pain and betrayal poured out. Dan faked his own death, a hoax so deep it shook the very foundations of what I thought my life was. The man I mourned, the man I loved, was living a lie, creating an elaborate escape with the person I trusted—Jane.
In this moment of raw confrontation, an explanation and revelation of the truth was demanded. Dan’s words were a blur, full of flimsy justifications and excuses that fell to the ground. Realizing that both he and Jane had manipulated my grief for their own selfish agendas was a bitter pill to swallow. My heart went out not only to a lost husband but also to a best friend whose betrayal was just as piercing.
The result was a mix of legal and emotional unraveling. Dan faced consequences for his actions and Jane and I were irreparably separated. The healing process was slow and painful, but it was also a time of deep personal growth. I learned about resilience, the importance of forgiveness—for my peace of mind—and the strength that comes from enduring unimaginable betrayal.
As time passed, the wounds began to heal, not completely, but enough to let light into the once dark spaces of my life. I learned to trust again, to love again, and to find joy in the moments that once reminded me of Dan. This experience, though harrowing, taught me the depth of delusion and the amount of power each person possesses.
This journey through betrayal to recovery was marked by many lessons, but perhaps the most poignant was understanding the importance of facing reality, no matter how painful. Karma has truly closed for Dan and Jane, and while it has brought justice, it has also brought me the opportunity to rebuild a life defined not by deception, but by the honesty and love I choose to surround myself with.