I thought I’d found the perfect man in Ethan. He had just proposed, and we were already planning our future. But one morning, I stepped outside and saw five spray-painted words on his car that stopped my world: “You picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger.”
At first, I thought it was a prank. Ethan seemed just as shocked as I was. But something in his reaction felt… off.Later, I checked my neighbor’s security footage and saw a hooded figure vandalizing the car. No clear face. No answers. Still, the message stuck with me—too personal to be random.
