Brenda made her social media account private.
Mark, however, did not stay quiet.
First, he called my office to tell my boss that I was having a mental breakdown.
My manager, Sarah, called me into her office immediately.
I thought she was going to question my stability, but instead, she put the call on speakerphone and looked at me.
“Do you want our legal department to contact him, or would you prefer to handle this yourself?”
A few nights later, Mark tried to pry open the back door of my house in the middle of the night.
My security cameras recorded his every move: the sunglasses, the hat, the backpack, everything.
When he saw that he could not get inside, he kicked one of my flowerpots and stormed off.
I immediately filed a formal police report for attempted trespassing.
The following week, Melanie contacted me from a burner phone number.
“Jessica, I really need to talk to you,” she said, sounding frantic. “Mark lied to me about everything.”
“You already knew that he was a liar,” I reminded her.
“Not about everything, I didn’t.”
Her voice was trembling as she spoke into the phone.
