Our Landlady Kicked Us Out Because Her Sister Wanted the Apartment We Renovated — Karma Taught Her a Lesson

Judith and Chris are blindsided when their landlady abruptly demands they vacate the dream apartment they painstakingly renovated. Forced out by the landlady’s manipulative sister, they scramble to find a new home, unaware of the deceit that lies beneath. But karma has a way of balancing the scales.

You know that feeling when you finally find a place that feels like home? That was our old apartment.

It was a dump when we first moved in, but we struck a deal with our landlady that we’d renovate the place in exchange for paying a lower rent.

Equipment in an apartment being renovated | Source: Pexels

Equipment in an apartment being renovated | Source: Pexels

Two years of sweat, savings, and every ounce of creativity Chris and I could muster had gone into turning that rundown space into something we could truly call our own.

Every morning, I’d wake up to the soft sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains in the living room, painting everything in a warm, golden hue. I’d sit with my coffee on the old leather armchair Chris had found at a yard sale, and I’d just… breathe. It was perfect. We were perfect.

But then, everything changed.

A happy couple at home | Source: Pexels

A happy couple at home | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Johnson, our sweet landlady who had always been so kind to us, called one evening.

“Judith, dear,” she started, “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

I braced myself, but nothing could have prepared me for what she said next.

“My sister, Lisa… she’s in a bit of a bind. She lost her job and her apartment, and she has nowhere else to go. I’ve thought long and hard about this, but I’ve decided she’ll be moving into your apartment. I’m so sorry, but I need you and Chris to move out in a month.”

A woman speaking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A woman speaking on the phone | Source: Pexels

It was like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I could barely speak, barely think. Chris, who had been listening in, immediately took the phone from me, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.

“Mrs. Johnson, there has to be another way,” he pleaded, trying to keep his voice steady. “We’ve put so much into this place. It’s our home.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Johnson replied, sounding genuinely...