That happened to me once, when a woman in my apt complex suggested we take a drive to local pueblos and specifically an art museum there.
She didn’t call or show up. I texted her, “Are we still on for taking a drive?” No answer.
I texted her again, joking, “Don’t you love me anymore?”
I got a response, from a guy, saying, “I don’t know who you are, but you’re effing up my birthday.”
Wrong number texted. He was married and his wife was MAD. I offered to talk to her and apologized, but no joy.
I probably caused a divorce.