Our wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. Months of planning had gone into every single detail, from the floral arrangements to the carefully curated playlist. We had chosen a beautiful hotel ballroom, invited all our closest friends and family, and were ready to celebrate our love in style. The ceremony was perfect, the vows heartfelt, and the reception was in full swing, filled with laughter, dancing, and joy. We had even set up a beautifully decorated box near the entrance for guests to drop their cards and cash gifts – a common tradition to help the newlyweds start their life together. Needing a quick breather from all the excitement, I slipped away from the dance floor and headed back to our hotel room, which was conveniently located just down the hall from the ballroom. I just wanted a few moments of peace and quiet to collect myself before rejoining the party. But as I pushed open the door, I was met with a scene that made my blood run cold. My stomach churned, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. The room was exactly as we had left it, but something was terribly wrong.
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My eyes immediately darted towards the corner where we had placed the gift box. It was there, but it looked… different. As I got closer, my horror grew. The box, once pristine and overflowing, was now **torn open**, its delicate ribbons ripped and scattered across the floor. And the worst part? It was completely **empty**. Every single card, every envelope filled with cash or checks, was gone. Someone had stolen our wedding gifts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. I felt violated, betrayed, and utterly heartbroken. Who could do something so despicable, especially on such a special day?
My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Was it a random act of theft? Had someone snuck in from outside the hotel? Or was it someone we knew, someone we had invited to share in our happiness? The thought that a guest could be responsible was particularly devastating. I felt a surge of anger and a deep sense of disappointment. I couldn’t believe that someone would stoop so low as to steal from a newly married couple on their wedding day. I ran back to the ballroom, my heart pounding in my chest.
I found my husband, his face beaming as he danced with his mother. I pulled him aside, my voice trembling as I told him what I had discovered. His smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of shock and disbelief. Together, we gathered our parents and a few close friends, explaining the situation. A hush fell over the group as the news spread. The joyful atmosphere of the reception was instantly replaced by a palpable sense of unease and anger. I was just about to announce to everyone that we needed to call the police, hoping to catch the thief before they could escape, when something completely unexpected happened.
As if on cue, the music suddenly stopped. The DJ, seemingly unaware of the drama unfolding, had simply finished his set. But then, a strange voice crackled through the speakers, a voice that was not the DJ’s. It was a distorted, robotic-sounding voice, and it said only one word: “Congratulations.” We all froze, wondering what was going on. Had the DJ decided to make some kind of bizarre announcement? But then, the voice spoke again, this time followed by a series of beeps and clicks. It was clear that something was very wrong. The room fell silent, everyone staring at the speakers in confusion and anticipation.
Suddenly, the voice began to play audio. It was distorted, but it sounded very familiar. After a few moments of listening intently, I realized what it was: It was audio of a man bragging to a woman about stealing our gift money. After that, the audio went on to play music that was from the wedding venue and showed the exact table that the man was at. The man and woman were revealed, and that is when the woman burst out in tears and begged for mercy. The man went pale and that is when I was able to announce that it was time for them to leave. The police escorted them out the building and took them down to the station. They were later charged with grand theft and sentenced to 5 years in prison! Karma is indeed a very good friend of mine.
