08/17/2025
MY NEIGHBOR REPAINTED MY HOUSE WHILE I WAS AWAY BECAUSE SHE HATED THE COLOR — AND SHE HAD NO IDEA WHO SHE WAS MESSING WITH
Two weeks away from home. Two weeks dreaming of pulling into my driveway and seeing my joyful yellow house — the one my late husband painted himself, the one that made me smile every single morning.
Instead, I turned the corner… and slammed my brakes.
My sunshine-yellow sanctuary was gone. In its place stood a cold, lifeless slab of gray that looked like it belonged in a concrete parking garage.
My heart dropped, then rage hit like wildfire. I didn’t need to guess who had done this — Mr. and Mrs. Kane, the beige bullies next door who had made it their personal mission to erase every drop of color from the street. They’d sneered at my house for years. But repainting it? That was war.
I stormed toward their door, pounding hard enough to rattle the frame. No answer. Cowards.
That’s when my neighbor Mr. Voss hurried over, his face tight. “Mina, I saw it all. Got pictures. Called the cops, but the painters had a work order.”
“A what?” My voice shook with fury.
He nodded grimly. “Said you hired them. Paperwork signed in your name. Paid in cash.”
The betrayal burned through me. “They forged my signature?”
“Looks that way,” he said. “I’m sorry, Mina. I tried to stop them.”
My hands curled into fists. “Show me the photos.”
As I scrolled through the images of strangers covering my husband’s yellow with their dead gray paint, my stomach turned. Then I pulled up my security camera footage — and what I saw made my blood run cold…
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