My Sister and Her Husband Vanished After Borrowing a Fortune, Karma Caught Up

Three months later, a check arrived. Twenty-five thousand plus interest. No dramatic letter. Just a small note: Thank you for letting me make this right.

I deposited it. The knot inside me didn’t vanish — betrayal doesn’t disappear just because the money returns — but something eased.

A few weeks later, during one of my workshops, Lisa quietly walked in. She didn’t ask for forgiveness. She asked to help. To learn. To rebuild the parts of herself Rick had broken.

I let her.

She kept coming back. On time. Ready to work. No shortcuts. No self-pity. She listened to other women’s stories, shared pieces of her own only when it helped them feel less alone. Slowly, something shifted.

Months later, she approached me with an idea — a program for women trying to rebuild after breakups, financial disasters, toxic marriages. Practical tools, honest discussions, real accountability.Continue reading…