After our messy divorce, my ex-husband started stalking and harassing me.
Then he crossed a line by spray-painting cruel insults across my fence to humiliate me.
But one small mistake flipped his whole life upside down… and I got the last laugh.
My name is Taylor, and at 30, I thought I had my life figured out. Kevin and I had been married for seven years, and for most of that time, I believed we were happy. I believed in us and in the future we were building together in our little house on Maple Street.
“You’re being paranoid, Taylor,” Kevin would say whenever I questioned the late nights, the mysterious phone calls, and the way he’d guard his phone like it contained state secrets. “You don’t trust me, and that’s your problem.”
His words cut deep because I wanted to trust him. I wanted to believe that the man I married was the same person who promised to love me forever. But something in my gut kept whispering that something was wrong.
The truth came out on a Tuesday morning. I’d forgotten my laptop at home and came back to grab it. Kevin’s car was in the driveway, but he was supposed to be at work. I walked into our bedroom and found him with a woman… tangled in our sheets.
“Taylor!” Kevin scrambled to cover himself, his face flushed with guilt and anger. “This isn’t what it looks like!”
“Really?! Because it looks like you’re cheating on ME in OUR bed!”
The woman grabbed her clothes and fled past me, muttering apologies I didn’t want to hear. Kevin sat on the edge of our bed, his head in his hands.
“How long?”
He looked up at me, and for a moment, I saw something that might have been remorse. Then his jaw hardened.
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