Just days after my fiancé Ethan proposed, I woke up to a shocking message spray-painted on his car: “You picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger.” At first, we assumed it was a cruel prank, but the cryptic message haunted me. When our neighbor Jay reviewed his security footage, the vandal remained unidentifiable, yet the act felt deeply personal. Ethan dismissed it and carried on, but I couldn’t shake the feeling something was being hidden.
That night, curiosity got the better of me. I saw a suspicious text on Ethan’s phone asking him to meet someone. The next day, I followed him to a quiet address and witnessed him speaking to a man. Later, he parked outside our neighbor’s house instead of ours, confirming my worst fears. I crept closer and overheard Ethan confessing to Jay that they were involved—he was gay and had been hiding the truth from everyone, including me.
