Single Mom of Four Buys Used Car, Owner Tells Her to Look In Trunk When She Gets Home — Story of the Day

A single mother of four young children decided to buy a used car to get to work. The car’s old owner asked her to open the trunk when she got home. What she finds in the trunk would be life-changing.Jennifer was a single mother of four young kids after her husband Adam left when he found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. “Another child to feed? No way! I’ve had enough!” he said one day, leaving their trailer and filing for divorce. Jennifer was devastated. She and Adam did not plan the pregnancy, but she thought she would have his support through such a challenging time, especially since they were already facing financial difficulties at the time.After their separation, Adam stopped giving her money for their children.He claimed he had no job and that no one would take him in because he did not graduate college. Shortly after giving birth, Jennifer had no choice but to look for a job, as she was running short on cash for food, diapers, and milk. Jennifer would walk through strips of restaurants and shops, only to be rejected by owners because she had four small children.”It’s difficult to hire mothers with young children because something always comes up. It’s either your child is sick, or you have no one to leave them with, so you have to miss work. I’m sorry, it’s too much for us to handle,” one employer outright told her. As no one in their neighborhood would take her in for a job, Jennifer started searching in a nearby city. With the bit of money she had left,she took a cab ride and asked her neighbors to look after her children for the afternoon.When she got there, she saw an opening for a housekeeping job at a local hotel. She walked in, applied, and was hired immediately. “We badly need staff around here, especially with the summer season. We will be fully booked in a couple of weeks,” the HR manager told her.Desperate for a job, Jennifer accepted it even if it meant traveling to a different city every day. She thanked the HR manager and made her way back home, where she told her kids she had finally landed a job. After spending almost $30 on cab fare, Jennifer realized she couldn’t afford to commute to work every day. It would be better for her to take her own car, but she had no money for one. She realized her best hope was to purchase a second-hand car.She found one but she wondered whether the owner would agree to sell it for a lower price. “By any chance, would you be able to give me this car for $5000? You see, I’m a single mom of four,and it’s been difficult for me to earn money. I was hoping to get a car to take a job in a nearby city,” she admitted.When the owner found out that she was raising four young children on her own, he agreed to sell the car for $5000. “If you can buy the car by tomorrow, I can give this to you for $5000,” he told her. Jennifer couldn’t be more grateful to the owner for agreeing to sell at a lower price. She took her chances and applied for a loan at the bank so she could get the car the following day. Unfortunately, because of her bad credit, the loan was rejected immediately.As she was running out of options, Jennifer thought deeply about what to do next. She could not move to a new city because her eldest child, Ethan, had just started school near the trailer park they lived in. Rent in the nearby city was also a lot more expensive, and she wouldn’t be able to take the trailer with her. She really needed a car to take her to and from work and fetch her children from school and the daycare.Then she remembered the family heirloom her late mother had left her – a gold chain necklace that had been in her family for generations. She teared up at the thought of having to sell it so she could buy a car, but she desperately needed it to provide for her children in the long run.Jennifer took the gold chain necklace from her trinket box and walked toward a nearby pawnshop. “I’m sorry, mom. I really need to do this right now,” she said aloud. When she got to the pawnshop, the necklace was valued at $5500. Jennifer was delighted. The amount was enough to buy the car and she would have some left for their daily needs. The following day, she went back to the used car dealership and handed the owner an envelope filled with $5000. “Thank you for agreeing to sell this to me, sir. You have no idea how much this will help my children and I,” she said and handed the man the envelope.The owner, who introduced himself as Jeff, smiled. “Congratulations on your car. This is an excellent purchase,” he told her. While Jennifer signed the paperwork for the purchase, Jeff discreetly placed something in the trunk of the car, and ss Jennifer prepared to drive home, he called out after her. “By the way, check the car’s trunk when you get home. I left something for your children inside,” he said, waving at Jennifer before she drove away. Since buying the car, Jennifer became busy commuting to work and taking her children to school and daycare that she completely forgot about checking the trunk, until she found a note in the car’s glove compartment.“I hope you and your children liked the gift I left inside the trunk. May it be of great help to you.” Surprised, she decided to open the trunk to search for the gift.At first, Jennifer was confused when she saw nothing but a white envelope on one side of the trunk. Then she realized it was the same white envelope she used to put her payment for the car. She opened it and saw her $5000 untouched. Jennifer couldn’t help but cry at that moment, surprised at the man’s kind gesture. She drove straight to the used car dealership after work, where she thanked Jeff for his generosity. “The world throws challenges at you, and it’s up to you to either rise from these challenges or succumb to them. I am proud of you for staying strong for your children, and I thought you could use the money more than I. Just don’t forget to pay it forward,” Jeff told her

My Ex-husband Ripped off the Wallpaper After Our Divorce Because ‘He Paid for It’ – Karma Had a Joke in Store for Him

My ex-husband once told me, “It’s just harmless fun.” That’s what he called his infidelity. But when he ripped the wallpaper off my walls after our divorce, karma decided it was her turn to have some fun — with him.

Do you believe in karma? Like, honestly, I used to think it was just something people said to make themselves feel better after someone hurt them. They’d say things like: “Don’t worry, karma will get them.”

Yeah, right. But let me tell you, karma is real. And in my case? She had a WICKED sense of humor.

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A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

Let me set the stage for you. My ex-husband, Dan, and I were married for eight years. Eight long years where I thought we had something solid — a house we worked on together, two beautiful kids, and a life that, while not perfect, felt like ours.

But as it turns out, I was the only one in that marriage who believed in “ours.” And I should’ve seen the red flags.

Because the night I discovered Dan’s infidelity is seared into my memory.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

Our daughter Emma had been sick with a fever, and I was rummaging through Dan’s drawer for the children’s medicine he always kept there. Instead, I found his phone.

I wasn’t trying to snoop, but a notification that flashed across the screen grabbed my attention: a heart emoji followed by ‘I love you!’

I couldn’t stop myself from opening it and my heart cracked when I found dozens of intimate text exchanges between my husband and a woman named “Jessica.”

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A shocked woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

“How could you?” I whispered that night, my hands shaking as I confronted him. “Eight years, Dan. Eight years! How could you cheat on me?”

He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. “It just happened,’ he said with a shrug, as if we were discussing the weather. “These things happen in marriages. It was just some harmless fun with my secretary, Jessica. It won’t happen again, honey. Never! I’m sorry. Trust me.”

“These things happen? No, Dan. They don’t JUST HAPPEN. You made choices. Every single time.”

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An annoyed man shrugging | Source: Midjourney

The first time, I did what so many of us do — I convinced myself it was a mistake and a lapse in judgment. I thought we could fix it. I told myself that forgiveness was the strong thing to do. But the second time? Oh, the second time SHATTERED whatever illusions I had left.

“I thought we could work through this,” I said as I held up the evidence of his second betrayal — red lipstick stain on his collar. The irony? I hated red lipstick and never wore them.

“I thought you meant it when you said ‘never’ again.”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, his tone almost bored. “That I’m sorry? Would that make you feel better?”

That was the moment something inside me snapped. “No! I want you to pack your bags.”

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An angry woman engaged in a heated argument | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t waste a second. I filed for divorce before Dan could even stammer out another pathetic excuse.

The divorce itself was as brutal as you’d imagine.

But here’s the thing: the house wasn’t up for grabs. It was mine, passed down from my grandmother long before Dan entered the picture.

A picturesque house with a breathtaking garden | Source: Midjourney

A picturesque house with a breathtaking garden | Source: Midjourney

“This is ridiculous!” Dan had shouted during one of our mediation sessions. “I’ve lived in that house for eight years. I’ve put money into it!”

“And it’s still my grandmother’s house,” I replied calmly, watching him fume. “The deed is in my name, Dan. It always has been.”

Legally, there was no argument. Dan, on the other hand, insisted on splitting everything else 50/50, just as we always had in our marriage. Groceries, vacations, furniture — you name it, he demanded fairness to the penny.

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A woman arguing with someone | Source: Midjourney

And then came the moment that broke my heart more than any of his infidelities. We were discussing custody arrangements when Dan looked at our lawyer and without a hint of emotion, said, “She can have full custody. I don’t want the responsibility of raising the kids.”

Our children, Emma and Jack, were in the next room. My precious babies, who deserved so much better than a father who saw them as a burden.

“They’re your children,” I hissed across the table. “How can you just —”

“They’re better off with you anyway,” he cut me off. “You’ve always been the one good at all that nurturing stuff.”

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A man staring grimly | Source: Midjourney

After the paperwork was signed, Dan asked for a week to pack his things and leave. He claimed he needed the time to “sort everything out.” To give him the space and to spare the kids from any awkward encounters, I took them to my mom’s for the week.

The night before we left, Emma clutched her favorite stuffed rabbit and asked, “Mommy, why can’t Daddy come with us to Grandma’s?”

I held her close, fighting back tears. How do you explain to a six-year-old what a divorce means, or why her family was breaking apart?

“Sometimes, sweetheart, grown-ups need some time apart to figure things out,” I said.

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A sad little girl holding a stuffed rabbit | Source: Midjourney

“But will he miss us?” Jack, my eight-year-old, asked from the doorway.

“Of course he will,” I lied, my heart breaking all over again. “Of course he will.”

I figured it was the least I could do.

When the week was up, I returned home with the kids, ready to start our new chapter. But what I walked into was nothing short of a nightmare.

The wallpaper — the gorgeous floral wallpaper — was GONE.

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

The living room walls, once covered in beautiful floral paper we’d picked out together, were stripped bare. Jagged patches of drywall peeked through, like the house had been skinned alive. My stomach sank as I followed the destruction trail to the kitchen.

And there he was — Dan— tearing off another strip of wallpaper like a man possessed.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled.

He turned around, completely unfazed. “I bought this wallpaper. It’s mine.”

“Dan,” I finally managed. “You’re ripping apart the house your kids live in.”

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A man ripping a floral wallpaper | Source: Midjourney

“Mom?” Jack’s voice trembled. “Why is Dad doing that to our walls?”

He burst into tears. “I loved the flowers! They were pretty! Why are you tearing the wallpaper, Daddy?”

I knelt down to their level, trying to shield them from the sight of their father methodically destroying our home. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We can pick out new wallpaper together. Something even prettier. Would you like that?”

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A little boy crying | Source: Pexels

“But why is he taking it?” Emma hiccupped between sobs.

I didn’t have an answer that wouldn’t hurt them even more. I shot Dan a look sharp enough to wither him.

He simply shrugged and said, “I paid for it. And I have all the right to destroy it!”

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A man turning around while removing a wallpaper | Source: Midjourney

As Dan continued to rip the walllpaper, I noticed the kids peeking around the corner, their little faces confused and scared. My heart broke for them. I didn’t want this to be the memory they carried of their father in this house.

So I took a deep breath and said, “Fine. Do what you want.” Then I ushered the kids back to the car and left.

When I returned later that evening, it was even worse than I’d expected.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

Dan had gone full petty. The kitchen was stripped of utensils, the toaster, and even the coffee maker. He’d even taken all the toilet paper from the bathrooms… and practically everything he’d bought with his OWN MONEY.

“You’re UNBELIEVABLE!” I muttered.

It was maddening. But I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin.

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A man holding a toilet paper roll | Source: Unsplash

A month later, I joined a book club. At first, it was just a way to get out of the house and feel like myself again. But the women there quickly became my support system.

One night, after a couple of glasses of wine, I spilled the wallpaper story. I described every absurd detail, from the stripped walls to the missing toilet paper.

“Wait, he took the toilet paper too?” Cassie, one of the women, choked out between laughs.

“Yes!” I said, laughing despite myself. “I can’t believe I married someone so ridiculous that I don’t even feel like uttering his name.”

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A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

“Girl,” Cassie said, wiping tears from her eyes, “you dodged a bullet. Who does that? A grown man ripping wallpaper off walls? He sounds like an overgrown toddler. Gosh, please don’t reveal his name or we’d start despising every man with that name!”

The whole table erupted into laughter. It was cathartic. It was the first time I’d really laughed about the whole mess.

“You know what the worst part was?” I confided to the group, my wine glass nearly empty. “Trying to explain it to the kids. How do you tell your children their father cares more about wallpaper than their happiness?”

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

Betty, another book club member, reached across and squeezed my hand. “Children are resilient. They’ll remember who stayed and who put them first. That’s what matters.”

“I hope so,” I whispered, thinking of Emma’s tears and Jack’s confusion. “God, I hope so.”

Little did I know, karma was just getting started.

Six months passed. Life settled into a new normal. The kids were thriving, and I’d put the chaos of the divorce behind me. Dan barely crossed my mind — until the day he called me out of nowhere.

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A man making a phonecall | Source: Midjourney

“Hey,” he said, his tone smug. “I thought you should know — I’m getting married next month. Some women actually want to be with me. And I found a gorgeous bombshell!”

“Congratulations,” I said, keeping my voice even. Then I hung up.

I thought that would be the end of it. But a few weeks later, I was walking downtown, enjoying a rare solo outing, when I spotted Dan across the street. He was holding hands with a woman.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I figured it was his fiancée and kept walking. But then, they crossed the street and walked straight toward me.

As they got closer, my stomach DROPPED. The woman was CASSIE— my friend from the book club.

Her face lit up when she saw me. “Oh my gosh, hey!” she said, tugging Dan toward me. “This is such a small world! I have so much to tell you! I’m engaged! This is my fiancé, his name is…”

I forced a tight smile. “Yeah, DAN! I know.”

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A shocked woman standing on the road | Source: Midjourney

Cassie blinked, her smile faltering. “Wait… you know each other?”

Dan looked like he wanted to disappear. His grip on her hand tightened, and his jaw clenched.

“Oh, we go way back,” I said casually.

Cassie’s eyes darted between us, confusion turning to suspicion. “What do you mean, ‘go way back’? How do you know each other? Dan, do you… know her?”

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

Dan let out a nervous laugh. “Cassie, it’s not important —”

“Oh, yeah! Not that important. He’s just my ex-husband,” I said bluntly, cutting him off.

Cassie’s face froze, and then realization dawned. “Wait a second,” she said slowly. “That story you told at the book club… the one about the wallpaper? About that freaking guy? Is that… him?”

Her words hung in the air. And Dan’s panicked expression said it all.

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A nervous man standing on the street | Source: Midjourney

Cassie turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “Oh my God… that was YOU?”

“Cassie, it’s not what you think —” Dan pleaded.

“It’s exactly what I think,” she snapped. “You ripped wallpaper off the walls of your kids’ home because you bought it? Who does that?”

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A furious woman yelling at a man | Source: Midjourney

“It was a long time ago,” Dan stammered. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Cassie hissed, pulling her hand away. “And what about the lies? The evil ex-wife who took your kids to another country? That she cheated on you? You’re unbelievable, Dan. You liar!”

She turned to me, her expression softening. “I’m so sorry, Nora. I had no idea.”

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A heartbroken woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

Before I could respond, Cassie whirled back to Dan. “You’re a walking red flag. I can’t believe I almost married you.”

And just like that, she stormed off, leaving Dan standing there, dumbstruck, and staring at the engagement ring she’d just flung at him.

He glanced at me, his face a thundercloud of anger and desperation. I just smiled faintly and walked away. This DAMAGE was more than enough!

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A woman walking away | Source: Midjourney

That evening, as I tucked the kids into bed, Jack asked me something that made my heart swell.

“Mom, remember when Dad took all the wallpaper?”

I tensed, waiting for the pain in his voice. Instead, he surprised me.

“I’m glad we got to pick out the new ones together,” he said, smiling. “The dinosaurs in my room are way cooler than those old flowers. Daddy can keep that wallpaper to himself!”

Emma nodded enthusiastically from her bed. “And my butterflies! They’re the prettiest ever!”

A stunning kids' room with gorgeous wallpaper and stuffed toys | Source: Midjourney

A stunning kids’ room with gorgeous wallpaper and stuffed toys | Source: Midjourney

I looked around at our colorful walls, now covered in papers we’d chosen together, as a family of three. Walls that told our new story, not the one Dan had tried to strip away.

“You know what?” I said, pulling them both close. “I think so too.”

That day, I learned an important lesson: sometimes, you don’t need to chase revenge. Just give karma a little time, and it’ll serve justice with a side of poetic irony.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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