After our bitter divorce, my ex-husband Kevin began harassing me—calls, stalking, the works. Things escalated when he spray-
painted vicious insults on the fence of what he thought was still my house. But I’d just sold it—to his boss, Mr. Harrison, who
had security cameras and zero tolerance for drama. That one stupid act cost Kevin his job,
his reputation, and his last shred of control over me.
Kevin and I had been married seven years, most of which I spent ignoring red flags and excuses. When I caught him cheating,
he blamed me, saying I wasn’t enough—like his five years of betrayal were somehow my fault. I left, even when he swore I’d
regret it. But moving across the street and starting fresh felt like the best decision I ever made.
Then I met Oscar—kind, respectful, and everything Kevin wasn’t. As we grew close, Kevin’s harassment worsened, showing up
uninvited, calling at all hours, even confronting us in public. I tried to ignore it—until the spray paint incident. The best part?
Kevin didn’t realize he’d vandalized his boss’s fence… and that mistake cost him everything.
When Kevin called, panicked and furious, I told him the truth: he lost because he was too blinded by revenge to see the
consequences. I blocked him, laughed, and moved on. I later married Oscar, repainted the fence, and built a peaceful, loving
life. Kevin vanished from my world—and I never looked back.
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