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.
