After my bitter divorce, my ex Kevin’s harassment spiraled—from stalking to spray-painting insults on what he thought was my fence. Only problem? I’d sold the house—to his boss, Mr. Harrison, who had security cameras and zero tolerance for nonsense. That single act cost Kevin his job, reputation, and any control over me.
For seven years, I ignored his red flags, blamed myself when he cheated. Leaving was the hardest but best choice. Moving across the street, I found Oscar—kind, respectful, everything Kevin wasn’t.
Kevin’s harassment got worse, until the spray paint disaster. When Kevin called, furious and panicked, I told him bluntly: he lost because he was blinded by revenge. I blocked him, laughed, and moved on. I married Oscar, repainted the fence, and built a peaceful life. Kevin vanished—and I never looked back.
