Simply put, someone was arriving before me. One sunny morning, I decided to come earlier than usual to uncover this mystery. That day, I arrived and saw carefully placed glass vases on the grave. My heart tightened, but curiosity was tormenting me. The cemetery caretaker was an elderly man with a kind smile, tidying up…
He nodded: “Every Friday, a man has been coming to your wife’s grave for a year.” He began describing this man. His description didn’t match at all the people who should have been visiting my wife’s grave. The following week, I arrived at the cemetery even earlier than usual. As I passed the guardhouse, I…
I froze a few steps away. At the grave stood a middle-aged man, with gray streaks in his hair and trembling hands. He held a bouquet of white lilies and spoke in a soft, almost whispering voice: — Forgive me… I realized too late how much I loved you. He knelt down and ran his…
— We were young… and I let her go. I’ve regretted it my whole life. When I learned of her death, I couldn’t help but come. Since then, I’ve come here every week. It’s my only way of being close to her. I felt jealousy and anger battling inside me with a strange respect. He…
Mariana,” it began, “If you are reading this, then I have failed you, and I am deeply sorry. I know I have been a distant husband, and you deserve more than I could ever give. But there’s something you need to know, something I couldn’t say out loud.” My hands shook as I continued to…
An arrogant son, a blocking porsche, and an unexpected reaction that taught him a lesson
Every day at 7:30 AM, a black Porsche occupied my parking space. Its owner, the arrogant son of the president of a major company, seemed to consider my home his personal domain. I politely asked him not to park in my space, pleaded with him, but he ignored me. My name is Daniel, and I…
The first time he parked his car in my driveway, I thought it was an accident. But when he ignored my polite request to move his vehicle, it became a routine. Every morning, he deliberately parked to block me, and his condescending smiles humiliated me. I spoke to Karen, but she brushed me off with…
👉For the continuation, read the article in the first comment 👇👇👇👇. The next morning, after another dismissive glance from Ethan, something changed in me. I had had enough of his condescension. The humiliation was no longer acceptable. I woke up early, long before he arrived to park his car in my spot. When he turned…
I had armed myself with my own “hammer”, a metal bar I found in my garage. Just as he had played with my patience, I played with his car. In two quick moves, I smashed the windshield of his Porsche. The effect was instantaneous. Ethan slowed down and stopped, his gaze frozen on his car….
“What are you doing?!” Karen screamed, overwhelmed with rage. “He finally learned his lesson,” I replied calmly. “Maybe now he’ll understand what it feels like to be ignored and despised.” The silence was heavy. Ethan stood there, dumbfounded, realizing that he had underestimated my need for respect. What I had done wasn’t just an act…