**Diary Entry – A Twist of Fate**
Foolish actions often carry unintended consequences. Everything happens for a reason—fate has its way of testing our patience, loyalty, and resilience.
I slammed the door behind me, fists clenched, teeth gritted in frustration. Anger burned inside—at myself, at my wife, Emily.
*”What am I doing wrong?”* I thought bitterly. *”I love her, I’d do anything for her. Yet nothing’s ever good enough.”*
Emily’s cold glances, her mocking smirks, the way she belittled me in conversation—it wore me down. Five years of marriage, a three-year-old son, Oliver, and still, nothing pleased her.
Just a while ago, I’d rushed home from work with roses and a gift—today was our anniversary. A small gold pendant in a velvet box, something I’d saved for. I imagined her smile, her gratitude. Instead, she tossed the flowers aside. When she opened the box, her face twisted in disgust.
*”Is this really all you could manage?”* she sneered. *”I thought I married a real man, someone who’d value me properly. Couldn’t even get me a diamond ring? Five years wasted on you—a failure.”*
The words stung. I swallowed my fury, refusing to lash out. Instead, I stormed out, wandering aimlessly until I stumbled into a pub.
*”Happy anniversary,”* I muttered, downing a whiskey. Then another.
A woman’s voice broke through my haze. *”Mind if I join you?”*
She had tear-streaked cheeks. I barely knew her, but misery loves company. *”Sure,”* I mumbled.
I woke at dawn in an unfamiliar flat, a splitting headache, a stranger beside me. Shame flooded me—I’d never cheated before. I dressed quickly and slipped out, my stomach churning.
Emily was furious when I returned. *”Where were you?”*
*”Got drunk with Dave. Stayed at his place.”* I lied smoothly.
She believed me. The guilt gnawed at me, but for days after, she was sweet, playful—like she used to be. Maybe she regretted her cruelty.
Yet the shame lingered. To make amends, I scraped together money—even borrowed from Mum—to buy her that damned diamond ring.
I took Oliver to his grandparents, then hurried home with the ring and white roses, hoping for reconciliation.
But fate had other plans.
The flat smelled of wine and perfume. Emily, in a silk dress, giggled with a man on our sofa.
*”Who the hell is this?”* I demanded.
She didn’t even flinch. *”This is Daniel. My ex. We’re back together. You? You were just revenge.”*
The truth hit like a brick. My whole marriage—a lie.
I left, numb, and somehow ended up at *her* door—the woman from the pub. Sarah.
She blushed when she saw me. *”I—I was drunk that night. Heartbroken. I’d never normally—”*
*”No, *I’m* sorry,”* I admitted.
We talked over tea. She offered me her spare room. I stayed.
Three days later, I returned for my things. The locks were changed. Daniel answered. Emily shouted from the kitchen, *”I filed for divorce!”*
Sarah became my anchor. Kind, gentle—everything Emily wasn’t. Oliver adored her. When Emily called months later, it wasn’t about him—it was about *her.*
*”Daniel left me,”* she whispered. *”I’m pregnant. Take me back?”*
I walked out without a word.
Now, Sarah’s expecting our child. Oliver calls her *Mum.*
Funny, isn’t it? Fate repaid Emily exactly what she deserved.
**Lesson learned: Karma doesn’t forget.**
