I turned around and found my younger brother, Marcus, standing beside the car with his arms crossed. He was smiling, but there was something uncomfortable in his expression. I asked whether he knew who had vandalized my vehicle. Instead of answering, he pointed toward the painted message and said, “Well, I suppose you finally got what you deserved.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Marcus explained that someone had contacted him earlier that week with photographs supposedly showing me meeting another woman. He believed the pictures proved I was cheating on Natalie. He insisted the message was his way of exposing what he thought I had done. But when I demanded to see those photographs, his expression suddenly changed.
