When I got home early one day, I was shocked to find my ex-husband, Peter, in my basement with a crowbar, prying open a hidden hatch. He claimed my grandfather told him there was a family treasure under the house and that he was there to secure it.
I didn’t believe him and demanded he leave. After kicking him out, I checked the hatch myself — it was empty, only pipes beneath. Confused, I went straight to my grandfather at the nursing home.
He admitted he’d made up the story to test Peter’s character, knowing Peter was trying to get back into my life. When Peter broke in to steal the “treasure,” it proved he hadn’t changed.
Thanks to my grandfather, I saw Peter for who he really was and finally found the strength to let go of the past and move on.
