That’s where I met Oscar. Kind, thoughtful, and full of quiet confidence, he was the opposite of Kevin in every way. He listened, respected my boundaries, and genuinely cared. Over time, our friendship deepened into something more.
Unfortunately, that’s when Kevin reappeared.
At first, it was just phone calls. Then the texts started—some pleading, some angry. When that didn’t work, he began showing up where he knew I’d be. It became clear this wasn’t just bitterness—it was harassment.
Oscar was supportive and protective, especially when Kevin began crossing the line. After one unsettling encounter, I finally decided to move in with Oscar. His place was a cozy two-bedroom just blocks away. It was filled with books, plants, and the warmth I’d been missing for years.
Still, Kevin didn’t stop. One morning, Oscar woke me with a worried look.
“You need to see this.”
We stood at the window, looking across the street at the old house I’d sold just a week earlier. The fence was covered in spray paint—cruel, angry words directed at me and Oscar.
But instead of being angry or scared… I laughed.
“What’s funny?” Oscar asked, confused.
“I sold the house last week,” I explained. “To Mr. Harrison.”
Oscar blinked. “Wait—your ex-husband’s boss?”
“Exactly.”
Kevin had no idea the house no longer belonged to me. He thought he was vandalizing my property—but he had actually defaced his employer’s home. And thanks to a security camera, there was proof.
My phone rang. It was Kevin.
“Why didn’t you warn me?!” he shouted. “Mr. Harrison called me. He’s pressing charges! I got fired!”
I took a deep breath.
“Kevin, you chose your actions. You spent months trying to hurt me, and now you’ve only hurt yourself. I’m done with the blame, the chaos, and the guilt trips. I’ve moved on.”
I hung up, blocked his number, and cut off all contact.
From what I’ve heard, Kevin struggled to find work afterward. He eventually moved out of town. As for me? I married Oscar two years later. We still live in that cozy house, and the fence was repainted a calming blue by Mr. Harrison himself.
Looking back, I don’t regret anything—not leaving Kevin, not starting over, and definitely not laughing that day. Because sometimes, the best closure doesn’t come from revenge. It comes from living well, building something better, and realizing you never needed someone to “put up with you”—you just needed someone who truly valued you.