Evil Stepmothers Who Met Their Match, Stories of Karma Catching Up in the Most Unexpected Ways

Five gripping tales reveal what happens when karma takes center stage. From a sabotaged prom to a wedding day showdown, stolen dreams, and shocking secrets, these stepmothers’ schemes backfire in ways no one saw coming. Justice has never been so unexpected — or so satisfying.

Stepmothers who have long reveled in their schemes and manipulations finally meet their match in this compilation! With a mix of drama, humor, and poetic irony, these stories deliver a satisfying dose of comeuppance, proving no one is immune to the clever hand of karma.

I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned off My Alarm

Ever since I was little, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. When my mom died of cancer, that dream only grew stronger. I worked toward my dream for years. Today was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.

Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone. But when I woke up and reached for my phone, my heart stopped.

It was 9:55 a.m. My exam was starting at 10:00.

“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” I threw my blankets off and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.

I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed.

“Linda!” I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. “Linda, please! I need a ride! My exam is in five minutes!”

She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly. “You’re late already. You should’ve set an alarm.”

“I did!” I shouted, feeling the sting of frustration and panic in my voice. “Three of them! But somehow, they got turned off.”

She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. “Maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school, hmm?”

I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. I headed for the door, knowing I’d never make it on foot, but desperate enough to try.

“I know who did it,” my little brother Jason said then.

He looked at Linda cautiously. “I saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.”

Linda shot him a sharp look. “Jason, stop making up stories,” she hissed.

Jason gulped but didn’t back down. “I’m not lying! I saw you go into her room, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn’t need to be at that stupid exam, anyway.”

“Fine. Yes, I did it,” Linda sighed. “You’re not fit to be a doctor. It’s a waste of time, energy, and, frankly, a lot of money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.”

Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, heading toward our house.

Jason gave me a small, hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Em. I called for help.”

“You are the bad guy, Linda,” he said, his eyes fierce despite his small frame. “Emily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.”

Linda’s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside.

Jason didn’t miss a beat. “I called you,” he said. “My sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss it.”

The officers exchanged a glance, then turned to me. “Is that true?” the male officer asked.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I have to get to the school right now, or I’ll lose my chance to take the exam.”

“Alright, young lady,” the female officer said. “We’ll get you there.”

Linda’s face contorted with disbelief. “Wait, you’re actually going to escort her?”

“It’s our job to help people,” the officer replied.

The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring. We pulled up at the exam center after the doors had been closed.

One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Ma’am, the exam has begun,” he said, glancing at the officers.

The policewoman explained quickly. “This young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she’s here now. If there’s any way she can sit for the exam…”

The proctor’s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, then gave a brief nod. “Alright. Go on in.”

“Thank you,” I managed, barely believing I’d made it.

I found my seat, still rattled but refusing to let the morning’s events get the better of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.

Hours later, I exited the exam room, exhausted but relieved. I headed home, where my dad was waiting. Jason and I told him everything.

“Is this true?” he demanded, glaring at Linda.

Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I… I was just trying to keep her from making a mistake.”

“You sabotaged her dreams because of your selfishness,” my dad said coldly. “You’re not staying here another night.”

Linda’s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly.

“Pack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.”

Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.

My Stepmom Stole $5,000 from My College Fund to Get Veneers for Herself — Karma Hit Her Hard

I’m Kristen, your average 17-year-old. My mom passed away when I was young, but she left behind a college fund. It wasn’t huge, but it was a start to secure my future.

My dad, Bob, and I had been adding to it, mostly from my part-time gigs tutoring kids and babysitting.

Everything was on track until my stepmother Tracy stole $5000 from me.

If vanity were an Olympic sport, Tracy would make Narcissus look like an amateur. She spends hours in front of the mirror but never has time for anything that really matters, like, oh I don’t know, being a decent human.

One day, I came home to find Tracy grinning like a Cheshire cat, except her teeth looked more like construction cones dipped in mustard.

“Kristen, darling!” she chirped. “Guess what? I’m getting veneers! I borrowed a little from your college fund to make it happen. Just $5,000!”

I felt like I’d just been sucker-punched. “You did WHAT? You STOLE my college fund?”

Tracy rolled her eyes dramatically. “Stole? I’m family. It’s not a big deal, honey!”

“You had NO RIGHT! That money’s for my future. My mom set it up for me.”

“Oh, save the theatrics! It’s just money. And your father agreed to it,” Tracy winked.

Now, that was a lie. Dad wouldn’t agree to this in a million years. I stormed out and immediately called Dad, who was just as shocked as I was.

“I’ll talk to her,” he promised. In Dad’s terms, that meant “I’ll mention it once and hope it magically resolves itself.”

A few weeks later, Tracy got her veneers. She strutted around the house, flashing her new teeth at every opportunity. It was like living with a deranged lighthouse.

But the best was yet to come.

A month after her “transformation,” Tracy threw a BBQ to show off her new chompers to the entire neighborhood.

“Ladies, gather ’round!” Tracy announced, clinking her wine glass with a spoon. “I simply must tell you about my transformation! It’s all thanks to the marvelous Dr. Kapoor,” Tracy gushed. “He’s not just a dentist, he’s an artist!”

I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain.

Just then, Tracy set her wine glass down and reached for a piece of corn on the cob. “You know, ladies, life is all about taking chances and—”

C-R-A-C-K! The sound echoed across the backyard like a gunshot. Tracy’s eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth.

There, nestled in the butter of her corn on the cob, was one of her precious veneers. The gap in her smile was so big, it could swallow a whole lollipop!

“I… I…” Tracy stammered, suddenly sounding like she was auditioning for the role of Sylvester the Cat. “Ekthcuthe me!”

She bolted into the house, leaving behind a yard full of bewildered guests and one very satisfied stepdaughter trying desperately not to burst into maniacal laughter.

When she called Dr. Kapoor a few days later, I overheard a conversation that was music to my ears.

Turns out, Tracy had opted for the bargain basement veneers and would have to pay a hefty chunk to redo the whole veneer! Karma had just given Tracy a spanking.

Dad, finally growing a backbone, confronted Tracy that evening.

“We need to talk about Kristen’s college fund,” he said, his voice firm (for the first time in a very looooong time! Way to go, Daddy!)

“You’re going to pay back every cent you took from Kristen’s fund,” he said. “And if you can’t… well, I think we need to reevaluate this situation.”

In the following weeks, the neighborhood buzzed with gossip about Tracy’s “dental disaster.” She couldn’t show her face without someone asking about her “million-dollar thmile.”

As for me? Dad made good on his promise. He ensured Tracy repaid every cent, and he’s been working overtime to add extra