style=”text-align: initial;”>“You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are,” Oscar told me one evening as we walked through downtown Riverdale. “Not someone who makes you feel like you have to earn basic respect.”

After six months of gentle words and warm hugs, I felt myself falling for him. It scared the hell out of me.

But it also felt like breathing again after holding it in too long.

That’s when Kevin started calling me.

“Who is he? I saw you with him, Taylor. You think you can just replace me?”

“Kevin, we’re divorced.

What I do isn’t your business anymore.”

“Everything about you is my business! You were my wife!”

“Ex-wife!” I corrected, and hung up.

But he didn’t stop. The calls came at all hours followed by text messages that ranged from pleading to threatening.

He started showing up at places he knew I’d be.

“This is harassment,” Oscar said after Kevin cornered me at the grocery store, demanding to know why I was “flaunting my new boyfriend around town.”

“He’ll get bored and move on,” I said.

When Oscar asked me to move in, I said yes without hesitation. His place was just two blocks away — small but warm, filled with books, plants, his pet cat Moss, and the kind of coziness I hadn’t felt in years.

“I love how the morning light comes through here,” I said, standing at his kitchen window that first morning. The view looked directly across the street at my old house.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Oscar asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“Being so close to all those memories?”

I leaned back against his chest, watching the sunrise paint the sky over the house where Kevin and I used to live.

“No! It reminds me how far I’ve come.”

Kevin’s harassment escalated after that. He started calling Oscar’s work, leaving messages that made Oscar’s coworkers uncomfortable.

He’d drive by slowly at night, sometimes sitting in his car just watching the house.

“We should call the police,” Oscar said after finding Kevin sitting on our front steps one morning.

“What did he want?”

“To talk to you about making a mistake. To tell me that I had no idea what I was getting into with you. I told him the only mistake was his, and that he needed to leave.”

One afternoon, Kevin showed up, his eyes full of that smug, hollow look.

He sized Oscar up and sneered. “She’ll get bored of you. She’s not built for real love.”

Oscar didn’t flinch.

“Get off my property… NOW!” His voice was low enough to sting and strong enough to make Kevin back off without another word.

As I stood at the window and watched him walk away, I knew this wasn’t the end of it… not even close.

I woke up to Oscar shaking my shoulder gently the following morning.

“Taylor, you need to see this.”

I followed him to the front window, still rubbing sleep from my eyes. Across the street, the fence of my old house was covered in spray paint. Bright yellow letters spelled out words I won’t repeat here, but they were about me, Oscar, and the nasty things Kevin thought of our relationship.

For a moment, I just stared.

Then I started laughing.

“Taylor?” Oscar looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” I said, grabbing my phone and heading outside. “This is absolutely perfect.”

Oscar followed me across the street, confused but supportive.

I stood in front of the graffitied fence, still in my pajamas, and started taking pictures.

“What’s going on?” Oscar asked. “Why are you so happy about this?”

I grinned at him. “Remember when I told you I sold the house last week?”

“Yeah, to some lawyer?”

“Not just any lawyer.” I held up my phone, snapping another photo of Kevin’s handiwork.

“I sold it to Mr. Harrison… Kevin’s boss!”

Oscar’s eyes widened as understanding dawned. “No way!”

“Kevin has no idea I sold the house.

He thinks he’s vandalizing my property.” I laughed so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. “But he just spray-painted obscenities all over his boss’s fence. And the CCTV camera captured him in his little act!”

My phone rang.

Kevin’s name flashed on the screen.

“This is going to be good!” I told Oscar, and answered.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME?!” Kevin barked, his voice loud enough for Oscar to hear from where he stood. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME NOW?!”

“Good morning to you too, Kevin,” I said cheerfully, taking a selfie with the graffitied fence behind me. “Sleep well?”

“This isn’t funny, Taylor!

Mr. Harrison already called me! He’s filing a lawsuit!

He fired me! He said he’s going to make sure I never work in this town again!”

I looked at Oscar, who was shaking his head in amazement, then back at the wall covered in Kevin’s handiwork.

“You know what, Kevin? You’re right.

This isn’t funny.” I paused, letting him think I was finally taking this seriously. “It’s hilarious.”

“You vindictive—”

“No, Kevin. You don’t get to call me names anymore.

You don’t get to blame me for your choices. You spent five years cheating on me, months harassing me, and now you’ve destroyed your own career because you were so focused on hurting me that you couldn’t see straight.”

“You could’ve warned me!”

“I could’ve done a lot of things. I could’ve stayed married to a man who treated me like garbage.

I could’ve kept quiet about your affairs. I could’ve let you intimidate me into staying small and sad forever. But I didn’t.

And you know what? I don’t regret a single choice I’ve made since I left you.”

Kevin was quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was smaller.

“Taylor, please. You have to help me fix this.”

“I don’t have to do anything for you ever again. You made your bed of thorns, Kevin.

Now you get to lie in it.”

I hung up the phone and blocked his number. Then I blocked him on social media, messaging app, and every possible way he could reach me.

“Think he’ll leave you alone now?” Oscar asked as we walked back to his house.

“Oh, he’ll leave me alone,” I said, looking back at the fence one last time. “He’s going to be too busy dealing with the consequences of his own actions.”

Oscar took my hand.

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For being strong enough to walk away. For being brave enough to start over… and for laughing instead of crying when life handed you this moment.”

I squeezed his hand. “You know what the funny thing is?

Kevin was right about one thing. I will never find anyone who’ll put up with me the way he did! Because I’ll never again settle for someone who just ‘puts up with me.’ I deserve someone who celebrates me and builds me up instead of tearing me down.

Someone who chooses me every single day, not someone who makes me feel grateful for scraps of basic decency.”

Kevin never contacted me again. I heard through mutual friends that he struggled to find work after Mr. Harrison made good on his promise about the recommendation letter.

He moved away from Riverdale eventually, probably to start fresh somewhere else.

As for me? I married Oscar two years later. We kept his house, our house now, and the fence got repainted, by the way!

Mr. Harrison chose a lovely shade of blue. It looks much better than whatever Kevin had in mind.

And me?

I’ve never regretted leaving him. Not for one second. Not even 0.001 percent.

Because sometimes the best revenge isn’t revenge at all… it’s building a life so beautiful that your past can’t touch it.

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