Gang Mocks Plus-Size Woman on the Beach, Next Day They All Pay Respects to Her — Story of the Day

Brad and his gang mocked a plus-size woman at the beach and ridiculed her to the point where she was left in tears. The next day, they regretted everything and paid their respects to her when she taught them an unforgettable lesson.

The sun hung low, its golden glow stretching languidly across the beach. Brad and the guys were lost in their world. Sprawled on weathered deck chairs and colorful towels, the burly men sunbathed and sipped cold beer. Some took a dip in the mildly cold waters.

Suddenly, the sound of a deck chair being dragged distracted Brad. He turned to see a plump woman who had set her beach bag on the sand and slumped on the chair with a sigh of satisfaction, holding a book. Brad looked at her, clearly irritated by the presence of a stranger near him and his gang…

"Hey, when did you say your trial was?" One of his guys asked, approaching him from the beach water and tightening the towel around his waist. He leaned back in the chair next to Brad, sipping his beer.

Brad immediately turned his attention to his gang member.

"The freakin' D-Day's tomorrow, man," he sighed, squinting his eyes at the sun as he chugged the beer. "I'm hoping for a normal judge this time. Don't want some nutcase in that chair."

"Chill, dude!" The man sat forward in his chair. "Here!" He raised his beer for a toast. "Let's toast to a good judge, boys! Brad, our friend, should only get the best!"

"To a good judge!" The other men joined and chorused.

A creaking noise distracted the gang. The men turned to glance at the nearby deck chair, where the plump woman sighed and shifted in her seat.

"Oh, great! Can you please be a little quieter now that I have your attention?" she said, raising the book in her hand. "Some of us are here to spend some quiet time reading at the beach."

"Quiet time? Here?" Brad chuckled. "That's rich! I'll tell you where you need to spend time. The gym! Your body will thank you later!"

"I'm sorry?" the woman's brows furrowed. "All I'm asking is that you be a little quiet. There's no reason to comment on my weight!"

"Woah, woah, don't get too worked up!" one of Brad's men sneered. "This is our spot, lady! If you can't stand a little noise, how about shifting your weight somewhere else?"

"I don't understand why you're so rude!" she exclaimed, trying not to lose her cool. "Well, you know what, I don't think I can have a good time around such obnoxious men anyway. I'll be better elsewhere."

The woman rose to her feet and collected her things. As she turned to leave, one of the guys blocked her path. "Leaving so soon, huh, sweetheart?" he chuckled. "C'mon, we're not being rude!"

"Get out of my way!" she said firmly. Those around tried to step in at that point, but they were intimidated by Brad and his gang.

Meanwhile, the man scanned her from head to toe and grinned. "What if I don't?"

A chorus of laughter erupted among the thugs, and they wouldn't stop ridiculing the woman. It was quite clear that they had no intention of backing down. "Mark my words, you'll regret what you're doing!" she warned them.

"Oh, is it? But you haven't seen anything yet, lady!" Brad snarled as he reached for a fresh beer bottle. He threw away the bottle top, approached her, and dumped the entire drink on her head. The gang burst out laughing while the woman's hair and bikini were soaked in the beer.

Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and tears welled up in her eyes. The man blocking her path stepped away. "You can go now, ma'am," he remarked sarcastically. "And yeah, think twice before speaking if you ever run into us again! It'll be for your own good!"

As beer dripped from her hair strands, the woman glared at Brad with red eyes, her face stained with the drink and tears. "You'll regret this, you arrogant punk!" she growled before hastily making her way off the beach.

The gang high-fived and clinked their beer bottles, rejoicing in their victory and celebrating the fact that they had shooed her away.

The next day, Brad sat in the courtroom alongside his lawyer, Henry. He briefly glanced at his wife and her lawyer, Mike, while rubbing his palms nervously. But Sarah rolled her eyes and looked away from him. Brad stared at the floor, and his heart raced as he wondered if the court would deliver the judgment in his favor.

The doors of the courtroom flung open as Judge Harlow entered. Everyone rose, and so did Brad. But when he looked at the judge's face, his mouth ran dry, and his heart sank. Brad sat back down quickly, his face hidden behind his palms.

"God, no," he sighed in defeat, shaking his head. "No, no, no! This can't be!" he grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked, perplexed by his behavior. "Brad, I don't need to remind you that you need to act normal. I know you're stressed, but you don't have to worry. We're going to put up a strong defense."

But blood drained off Brad's face because he had realized he was in hot water. The judge on his case was none other than the woman he and his friends had humiliated the day before at the beach.

"I screwed up big time, man," he finally told Henry, not daring to raise his head. "The judge...I-I ran into her at the beach yesterday, and my gang and I—we ended up mocking her. And things...they got a little out of hand."

"You did WHAT?" Henry gasped in shock. "Brad, are you sure? Are you sure she's the same woman? Take a look at her and tell me!"

"I'm sure," he replied, and Henry's jaw dropped. "But look, I had no intention of offending her, OK? But she began to complain...It was so awfully irritating, I couldn't stop myself, and it-it got to the point where we couldn't stand her, and..." he paused. "I-I emptied a whole beer bottle on her head."

"Are you out of your freakin' mind?" Henry lost his cool. "What the hell, Brad! What the bloody hell! Do you realize she's going to take it all out on you here? Jesus, why did I take this case in the first place?" Henry buried his face in his palms in defeat.

"What in the world were you thinking? Brad, you're going to prison for at least five years, and considering how you treated her yesterday, it might be much worse. I shouldn't have agreed to take your case. I should just quit and go home," Henry added as he raised his head, only to notice Judge Harlow was looking at Brad.

"And I hate to admit it," Henry continued. "But we are in a complete mess, Brad. The judge just looked at you, and she clearly recognized you. We're doomed. There's no getting out of this. And it's all thanks to you!"

"The court is now in session," Judge Harlow's voice boomed, breaking the stillness of the courtroom and distracting Brad. He eventually raised his head to face the judge, only to notice the desire for revenge and hatred for him in her eyes. Brad realized there was no way he could get away with what he had done.

The judge would definitely exact her revenge and sentence him to prison. He was in a total mess, and he could do nothing to save himself. As he sat there, awaiting the verdict, Brad couldn't help but recall the day it all began, the day that changed his life forever and brought him to this courtroom, where he was accused of crimes he wasn't entirely to blame for.

A month ago…

The jail gates clanked open as Brad stepped outside as a free man. He was no longer a criminal in the eyes of the world. Brad had missed his independence. As he walked away from the prison facility with his duffel bag slung across his shoulder, the first thought that crossed his mind was of his beloved wife, Sarah.

Brad had missed her all this while. So he was looking forward to returning home to celebrate his release with her. He flagged down a cab, stopped to buy a bunch of her favorite roses with the little money he had, and eventually reached home.

Brad wanted to surprise her, so he didn't knock on the door. Instead, he looked for the spare key under the potted plant near their front entrance and found it. Sarah always kept a spare key there.

Brad noted the house was strangely quiet as he entered. It was as though Sarah wasn't there. But Brad realized it couldn't be because he noticed an unknown pair of shoes beside the shoe rack. Does she have a guest over? he wondered.

Brad's brows furrowed. Something was off. His duffel bag dropped from his shoulder. He entered the kitchen, clutching the bouquet, but Sarah was not there. He checked every room downstairs, but she was nowhere to be found. His gaze then wandered upstairs. Brad noticed their bedroom door was slightly ajar.

He crept upstairs to his bedroom, the wood beneath his feet creaking softly. He heard a faint giggle and recognized Sarah's voice. Brad peered through the gap into the room, but his eyes widened in horror, and the bouquet slid from his grip and landed on the floor.

"So this is what you're up to behind my back?" Brad slammed the door open and stormed inside the room. Sarah and Mike, his ex-lawyer, were on the bed, their bodies wrapped around each other. When they noticed Brad, they panicked, and Sarah hurriedly pulled the bedsheet closer to herself to cover her bare body.

"Brad, oh my god! When-when did you get home?" she asked tremblingly, but Brad wasn't looking at her. He spotted a naked Mike in bed with Sarah, and a rage overtook him. He yanked Mike out of the bed and began thrashing the guy.

"How dare you?! You thought you would sleep with my wife in MY bed, huh?! You scumbag!"

Brad went into a dark place, and he wouldn't stop until he had bashed Mike to his heart's content. He landed powerful blows on Mike's face, causing blood to ooze out of the man's nose and lips, and Sarah had to intervene. "Brad, leave him! You're going to kill him!" she cried, and Brad turned to glare at her.

"You have the audacity to say that after you're banging another dude in our bed?!" Brad screamed at her. "Why did you do this, Sarah? How long has this been happening? The whole time I was in jail? Huh?!"

Mike realized he wouldn't have another chance to flee. Brad was distracted. He pushed Brad off of him, grabbed his clothes, and jumped out of the open bedroom window.

"Brad, look, I-I know nothing can explain this, but after you left, I was alone," Sarah went on. "I-I wanted to feel loved and wanted…And Mike…he was always there for me, and—"

"Get the hell out of my house, Sarah!" Brad stood up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "OUT!" he screamed.

"Look, Brad, it was just a mistake. We could start over," Sarah said, but Brad clenched his fists and took a step toward her, staring her in the eyes. "Because you're a woman and my wife, I'm letting you go, Sarah! You don't want to see my other side, especially when it hasn't been much time since I've gotten out of jail!"

Brad collapsed onto the living room couch, watching Sarah leave with her belongings. He was sick to his stomach as he remembered her in bed with Mike. How could she have slept with another man and destroyed their marriage? He did not deserve it. He didn't deserve to be cheated on by the woman he deeply loved.

Brad didn't realize when, but he dozed off on the couch. He was startled awake when the doorbell rang. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. At first, he was about to ask Sarah to answer the door, but then he realized she no longer lived in the house.

Brad looked at the wall clock. It was 7 p.m. Who could it be? he wondered. He pushed himself off the couch and marched to the front door, only for his eyes to widen in horror.

"Police? What's going on?" he asked, perplexed at the sight of a cop in his doorway. But then he looked over the cop's shoulder and noticed Mike and Sarah getting out of their car and approaching him.

"We have reason to believe you're living illegally in this house, sir," stated the police officer. "So you need to vacate the property now."

"Excuse me?" Brad frowned. "This is my home! And I have every right to be here!"

"This is the proof, officer," Mike extended a set of documents to the cop, but Brad angrily snatched it from him.

"Mr. Winter legally transferred his property to his wife, Sarah Winter, officer," Mike went on. "However, he unlawfully kicked her out of the house and is now illegally occupying this property. Mrs. Winter, my client, wants him to vacate the property so she can return home."

"What load of tripe is this, huh?" Brad fumed as he studied the documents. He noticed his signatures on the papers, and as much as he hated to admit it, they did appear to be his.

"OK, I didn't sign this! This is forgery!" he told the cop in defense.

"Well, your signatures are there, Mr. Winter, and you need to leave the house because Mrs. Winter is the rightful owner of the property you're standing on!" Mike shot back. "I don't think I need to remind you what you're doing is illegal!"

"Why should I get out of my own house?" Brad yelled. "This is a scam, officer! They are tricking me into it! Look, I did not sign those papers! They aren't my signatures!"

"Well, sir, the law works according to the evidence, and the documents suggest you need to pack your belongings and vacate the property. You can settle the matter in court, but for now, you gotta leave. And yeah, don't force me to resort to other ways," warned the cop.

Nothing made sense to Brad. He clearly didn't remember signing those papers. As he packed his belongings, he tried to recall anything that could indicate how his signatures ended up on the documents, but he couldn't think of anything.

Brad couldn't believe it was happening. He was getting kicked out of his own home. But he was helpless and couldn't do anything about it, especially when a cop was escorting him out.

"Wait a second, Brad! You're forgetting something!" Sarah's voice stopped him in the tracks just as he walked out the front door. She shoved a document into his chest as he turned around.

"It's over between us, Brad! I don't want to see you again! I'm leaving you forever!" Sarah snarled and crossed her arms at him.

Brad didn't understand what she was talking about unless he studied the document.

"You had really thought everything through, Sarah, hadn't you?" he scoffed in disgust as he looked up from the papers. "You're sleeping with that loser and divorcing me now? Officer, do you mind if I talk to my wife in private?" he said, turning to the cop. "I'll just need a minute."

As the cop stepped away, Brad glared at her. "How?" he asked. "How the hell did you manage to pull it off? My signatures on the house papers and now this…Were you planning all this behind my back? I clearly remember I didn't sign any of those papers, Sarah."

"You were always an idiot, Brad!" Sarah sneered. "Whether it was our married life or this…It was too easy to fool you. I'd been collecting your signatures over the years, and you had no idea. Now you can return to your nasty thug life, and I can have a better life with Mike, the kind of life I deserve! You never deserved me, Brad!"

"I never deserved you?" he shot back. "You know what, Sarah?" Brad stepped forward, looking her in the eye. "They call women like you loose. You have a loose character. Someone who goes around banging men behind her husband's back. And yeah, I might be leaving now. But this doesn't end here."

Sarah smirked. "Well, nobody gives two cents of crap about your opinions, Brad. You're as worthless as your thoughts!" she replied coolly and slammed the door shut in his face.

Brad clenched his fists, swallowing the cuss words he'd wanted to hurl at her, and walked away. But things were far from over. Brad was fueled by the desire for revenge. He wouldn't let Sarah slide for what she had done, and he would do anything to get back at her.

That night, Brad and his gang gathered at their usual meeting spot—one of the gang member's old houses on the town's outskirts. They sat around a table, drinking beer and discussing the strategy to assist Brad.

Brad told them everything that had happened, including how he wanted revenge on his wife and her lover.

"Well, h-how about you just get them out of the way forever," one of the guys slurred. "Come on, Brad…They-they don't deserve you…" his voice trailed off.

"Nah, that would be risky, man," another guy chimed in. "We can't kill them. How about we just pull off a little stunt to remind the lawyer he's messing with the wrong people? A robbery. We loot the man's house. That dude should know who he's up against!"

"Or how about just tampering with his brake cables," someone else suggested. "Look, he won't die. Just a minor accident with bruises, which will serve as a lesson for him to stay in his lane."

Brad listened to all the ideas, but nothing seemed right. He didn't want Mike or Sarah dead. He had no intention of hurting them physically. In fact, Brad wanted them to live and experience the suffering he had gone through. He wanted them to have nothing, to feel the misery of having everything taken away from them forcibly, just as they had done to him.

"Didn't you say you called her a loose woman?" one of the guys chuckled as he sipped his beer. "Look, how about…" The man offered to paint the house walls with derogatory words directed at Sarah, but Brad shook his head. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Well, looks like I have a plan," he told the guys, getting serious. "But for that, I'll need your help."

Brad decided that he would get back at Sarah and Mike in steps. His house was taken away from him, so he would ensure it was snatched away from Mike and Sarah for now.

A few days later, a van pulled over on the street across from Brad's former house. It was after midnight, so everything around was quiet. Brad and his men climbed out of the van to retrieve the gasoline cans from the cargo space, their muffled footsteps on concrete breaking the silence.

Brad decided to set fire to the house. He and his crew had been following Sarah and Mike for days and knew the house would be empty that night. However, Brad wanted to be sure. He looked under the potted plant, but the spare key wasn't there.

Brad tried to pick the lock. He looked through the tools in the van and found a screwdriver. A few turns of the tool…and click! The door opened.

Brad quietly stepped inside and looked around the entire house. It was empty. He signaled to his men that the path was clear, and he and the guys got to their jobs, pouring gasoline in every nook and corner of the home.

After they were done, Brad tossed a burning lighter at the front door. A roaring blaze shattered the night's silence, and the entire house was engulfed in flames.

Brad's men waited near their vehicle, staring at the blazing house. Brad's heart was pleased with the vengeance as he stood a few steps away from the flaming structure. The house that had been taken from him would be reduced to a pile of charred ruins in a matter of hours.

Sarah deserved this, he thought. Maybe he wasn't the best man out there, but he was a good husband. He was a thug, a prisoner, a man involved in crimes, but he also loved Sarah with all his heart. His love for his wife had been genuine. And never in a million dreams had he imagined that she would cheat on him. It was unfortunate that things had come to this.

As Brad stood there, lost in his thoughts, a familiar noise distracted him. He spun around, only to realize police cruisers were nearing his gang's van. The guys hurriedly got into the van. "Hey, Brad! Get in fast!" they yelled.

Brad panicked as he realized what was happening. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. He froze in place.

By the time he realized he had to get into the vehicle, it was too late. If his mates hadn't left, all of them would've landed in jeopardy. So Brad watched his guys leave. He, on the other hand, accepted his defeat and waited for the cops to pull over and arrest him. And that's precisely what happened. He was arrested.

Present-day…

Judge Harlow's voice snapped Brad out of his thoughts. The trial was over, and it was time for the verdict to be announced. Brad closed his eyes, accepting his defeat.

"After careful consideration of the presented evidence," continued Judge Harlow. "The court determines that the defendant, Mr. Brad Winter, is guilty of the arson charges filed against him. However, a further examination of the paperwork revealed that the house documents submitted to Mr. Winter for his evacuation were definitely fabricated..."

As Judge Harlow said that, Brad's heart skipped a beat, and he swiftly opened his eyes. He had assumed Sarah was telling the truth when she said she hadn't forged his signatures on the paperwork. But that wasn't the case.

"So, Mr. Winter," continued the judge, looking at Brad. "You, in fact, burned down your own house. Considering the evidence, this court adjudges you to 150 hours of correctional work, but that's not all. The court believes it will give you a chance to reflect on your actions and help you become a better person. Please understand, Mr. Winter," she added, still looking at him. And Brad could finally maintain eye contact with her.

"That revenge is never justified," she said. "It's an awful thing, in my opinion, and it's never the right choice. If we merely follow the premise of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, the entire planet will be blind and toothless one day. I hope you get my message and will endeavor to be a better person..."

Brad was sentenced to prison again, but Judge Harlow was kind enough to give him a lighter sentence, which only included a couple of years. A part of Brad couldn't fathom that the judge hadn't taken her revenge, even though he had been extremely disrespectful to her. She had been fair, just.

"I believe she is out of her mind, and I don't understand why she would go easy on you," Henry whispered into his ears. "Now, before things get crazy, I'm leaving. Goodbye, forever!" Henry collected all his belongings and walked out of the courtroom, leaving Brad all alone.

But Brad's eyes were fixed on Judge Harlow. As she left the courtroom, Brad couldn't help but notice the gentle smile on her face. She had taught him a lesson but in her own way. She winked at him before their eye contact broke.

The next day, Brad's gang gathered outside the courthouse. When they saw Judge Harlow climbing out of her car, they approached her. "Excuse me," one of the guys called out to her. She spun around and was surprised by the sight.

The guys were holding flowers. One of them offered them to the judge, and she accepted it with a big smile. "Well, thank you," she said. "If I may ask, what is this about?"

"We're here to pay our respects to you," the man said. "We-we wanted to express our gratitude to you and say sorry for what happened at the beach the other day. Trust me, we regret what we did."

Brad's gang apologized to Judge Harlow, even expressing the fact that they were surprised she didn't take revenge on Brad and instead delivered the right judgment and gave him a fair chance to become a better human. But that wasn't the end.

***

A couple of weeks later, Judge Harlow sat in her beach chair reading a book when a voice distracted her. When she looked up from her reading, she saw Brad's guys. They pulled out beer bottles from behind them and extended them to the judge. "Excuse me?" she frowned.

"We're not here you bother you," one of the guys said, embarrassed. "In fact, you can do what we did to you the other day. We deserve every bit of it!"

Judge Harlow accepted the beer with a smile. They thought she would pour it on them, but she opened the beer bottle and raised it in the air.

"Some ice would have been nice, don't you think?" she chuckled. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet, boys, that revenge is not an option. Well, let's toast to a new journey! A journey you'll all embark on to become better men!"

The guys exchanged glances and happily joined her. "To a new journey and to the best judge!" they chorused, exchanging smiles.

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