While I was on vacation, my wealthy neighbor built a fence on my property, blocking my windows — I gave him the perfect lesson in return

After a week of sun and sand, Catherine was shocked to discover her new neighbor Jeffrey had built an imposing fence on her property. As a single mom, she couldn’t let this slide. What did she do to teach him a lesson he’d never forget?

Life as a single mom isn’t easy, but I’ve been making it work. I’m Catherine, 40 years old, and I’ve been raising my two boys, Liam (10) and Chris (8), all by myself for the past year.

Their father and I parted ways when I caught him cheating with another woman. Well, that’s a story for another time.

About two months ago, I bought a new house and moved in with my kids. It’s in a peaceful neighborhood with a beautiful forest nearby.

Everything about our new neighborhood seemed perfect until I met my next-door neighbor, Jeffrey. We had been at odds since the beginning.

I’ll never forget our first interaction.

It had been a day since we moved in when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it and saw him standing at my doorstep with a folder in his hand.

“Hello there, neighbor!” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Jeffrey. Welcome to the neighborhood!”

I shook his hand.

How nice! I thought. If only I knew what was coming in the days ahead.

“I wanted to discuss something important with you,” he continued, opening his folder.

“The previous owners signed this contract allowing me to build a fence on the property line.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Okay…?”

“So, I’ll be starting construction next week,” he said matter-of-factly.

I was stunned. “Excuse me? You’re not even asking for my permission?”

“Well, I have the contract right here—”

“That contract was with the previous owners,” I interrupted. “I’m the owner now, and I don’t want a fence blocking my view and sunlight.”

That’s when his face turned red.

“But I need this fence for privacy!” he yelled. “I’ve been planning this for months!”

“Why should I care about what the FORMER owner said?” I asked, but I never got a straight answer.

I just saw Jeffrey stomp out of my house.

Since that day, he’s been arguing with me almost every week about this fence. Apparently, he wants to host fancy garden parties without his guests seeing into my yard.

Well, excuse me for existing!

I couldn’t let him build that fence. I didn’t buy this house to stare at wooden planks instead of the beautiful sky and trees.

Little did I know, things were about to get much worse.

A few weeks ago, I decided to take my boys on a much-needed vacation. Liam and Chris were bouncing off the walls with excitement.

“Mom, can we go to the beach?” Liam asked.

Chris chimed in, “Yeah! And can we build a huge sandcastle?”

“Of course, boys!” I said as I hugged them. “We’ll do all that and more!”

We left for a week, looking forward to sun, sand, and relaxation. If only I’d known what was waiting for us when we got back.

As we pulled into our driveway, I noticed something odd. My heart sank as I realized what had happened.

“Boys, stay in the car for a minute,” I said as I got out.

My blood boiled with each step I took toward our house.

As I peeked to the right, I realized what had happened. There, right in front of our windows, stood a tall wooden fence. On our property. One foot from my windows!

“What the hell?!” I shouted, not caring who heard me.

Liam and Chris came running up behind me.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Chris asked in a worried voice.

I took a deep breath. I had to stay calm for their sake. “Nothing, sweetie. Just a little… surprise from our neighbor.”

“But Mom,” Liam said, frowning, “we can’t see the trees anymore.”

My heart broke.

Jeffrey’s stupid fence had replaced the beautiful view from our windows that my boys loved so much. Now, we couldn’t even see the sky!

I couldn’t let this slide. I had to teach Jeffrey a lesson.

I had two options. Either take the legal route and wait for the authorities to take action or take matters into my own hands.

I chose the second one because my boys and I didn’t have enough time to take the legal route.

Later that night, I went to the pet store. I had a plan that I knew would work.

“Can I help you find anything?” the clerk asked.

I smiled sweetly. “Yes, I’m looking for an animal attractant spray. The strongest you have.”

After returning home, I waited until the neighborhood was asleep. Then, I went up to his precious fence and poured an entire bottle of the attractant liquid.

The pheromone scent was strong. It was designed to attract dogs for training purposes. But I had a feeling it might attract more than just dogs.

I did this for several nights in a row, ensuring the solution covered every inch of the fence.

Then, I waited.

It didn’t take long for results to show.

One night, as I was taking out the trash, I saw a stray dog lift its leg against the fence. I had to stifle a laugh.

“Good boy,” I whispered.

Over the next few days, more and more animals started visiting the fence. Foxes, raccoons, even a moose once! They all seemed to think Jeffrey’s fence was the perfect place to do their business.

I watched from my window as Jeffrey discovered the mess one morning. His face turned an impressive shade of purple as he realized what was happening.

But to my surprise, he didn’t take down the fence.

He started cleaning it.

Every morning, Jeffrey would come out with a bucket and scrub brush, muttering under his breath as he cleaned off the nightly deposits.

But no matter how much he cleaned, he couldn’t get rid of the pheromone scent. The animals kept coming back, night after night.

Soon, the smell became unbearable. Even my boys started to notice.

“Mom,” Chris said one day, holding his nose, “it stinks outside!”

Liam nodded in agreement. “Yeah, can we play inside today?”

“I know it smells bad, boys,” I said. “Just give it a few more days, okay?”

They nodded, but I could see they were disappointed. I hoped my plan would work soon.

The next day, I was coming back from a grocery run when I saw one of our other neighbors, Mrs. Thompson, knocking on Jeffrey’s door.

I slowed down, pretending to check my mail as I eavesdropped.

“Jeffrey,” Mrs. Thompson began, “what on earth is that smell coming from your yard? It’s awful!”

Jeffrey seemed so embarrassed.

“I… I’m working on it, Mrs. Thompson. There’s been a bit of an animal problem.”

“Well, work faster!” she snapped. “It’s affecting the whole neighborhood!”

As Mrs. Thompson stormed off, Jeffrey caught my eye. He had this apologetic look on his face that I had never seen before. I smiled at him and quickly walked into my house.

That evening, I watched from my other window as Jeffrey attacked the fence with every cleaning product known to man.

He scrubbed and sprayed for hours, but the smell lingered. Finally, he threw down his brush in defeat and trudged back to his house.

The next morning, I was awakened by a loud noise outside. I peeked through my curtains and had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

I could see Jeffrey overseeing a team of workers as they took down the fence.

I couldn’t believe my plan had actually worked!

I woke up the boys with the good news. “Liam! Chris! Come look outside!”

They raced to the window, their eyes widening as they saw the fence coming down.

“Mom, we can see the trees again!” Chris exclaimed.

Liam hugged me tight. “You’re the best, Mom!”

And with that, our view was restored, and Jeffrey had learned his lesson. However, the story doesn’t end there.

Later that day, Jeffrey approached me while I was gardening in the front yard.

“Catherine,” he started, clearing his throat, “I, uh… I want to apologize.”

“Oh?” I pretended to act surprised.

He nodded. “I shouldn’t have put up that fence without your permission. It was wrong of me.”

“Yes, it was,” I agreed, crossing my arms.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” he continued. “From now on, I’ll respect your property and your rights as a neighbor.”

“Apology accepted, Jeffrey,” I smiled. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

“I’d like that.”

As Jeffrey walked away, I couldn’t help but feel proud. I had stood up for myself and my boys, and in the end, everything worked out.

That incident taught me that life sometimes puts you in situations where you have to get creative to find a solution, just like I had to come up with a plan to teach Jeffrey a lesson he’ll never forget.

Do you think I did the right thing?

My Husband Brought His Mistress Home to Kick Me Out – Little Did He Know, He’d Be Homeless an Hour Later

After years of trying to hold my marriage together, I thought catching my husband with another woman was rock bottom. But nothing could’ve prepared me for how he rubbed his mistress in my face or for the unexpected ally who showed up to set things right.

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I didn’t know marriage could end up like this, but my husband, Logan, decided to make a public spectacle of this utter disaster. If only I’d known what he was capable of, maybe I would’ve seen this coming.

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A woman looking sad | Source: Gemini

Let me rewind a little. I’ve been married to Logan for five years, and let’s just say the fairy-tale part of it didn’t last too long. Things started okay, and we were genuinely in this together.

But problems came, and our struggles trying to conceive a baby took a bigger toll on our relationship than I realized at first. My mental health went downhill, and I felt like an utter failure.

Meanwhile, Logan began to drift instead of supporting me. He seemed more interested in “finding himself,” which apparently meant going to the gym and buying a fast car.

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I questioned everything about myself. I blamed my own body for not being able to get pregnant. But I never thought…

Anyway, last night, my best friend Lola convinced me to leave the house to clear my head and have a little fun. My husband had told me he was staying at the gym late, so we went to this cozy, dimly lit jazz club downtown, where the music was beautiful but not loud enough that you couldn’t have a conversation.

The mood in the club was perfect for a little distraction. Lola had me laughing and in a good mood, when she suddenly went silent. Her eyes bulged while looking somewhere over my shoulder.

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People in a jazz club | Source: Gemini

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“Natasha… I don’t want to alarm you, but… is that Logan?”

A cold dread filled my body. You can call it women’s intuition, or it might have been what I saw in her face. But I knew what I would see as soon as I started to turn.

Sitting at a corner table, I saw my husband with a young woman draped over his shoulders. She was giggling, and he leaned in, whispering something into her ear.

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A couple in a club hugging | Source: Gemini

Nothing like this had ever happened to me, even during my college relationships. So, I’d never thought I’d be the kind of woman to cause a scene. But my body moved out of its own accord.

In a flash, I was right at their table and my outburst made them both jump. “Logan, are you serious right now?!” I barked.

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My husband looked up, confused and startled for one second. But soon, I saw relief hit his face and worst of all, his expression turned into a smirk.

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A couple in a bar looking up | Source: Gemini

“Natasha, well, finally,” he said with that stupid grin still on his face. The girl beside him, Brenda, smiled in return and looked up at me like she’d won.

“Logan,” I tried to speak, not even knowing what I would say, but he interrupted me.

“Look, Natasha. It’s better that now you know. I don’t have to keep hiding it,” he said carelessly. “I’m in love with someone else. We’re done. It’s over.”

Just like that. No hesitation. No remorse. I wanted to scream, cry, slap him across his smug face, but somehow, I just stood there, numb.

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A woman in a jazz club looking upset | Source: Gemini

Suddenly, Lola took my arm, muttering something about how Logan would regret this one day, and guided me outside.

I didn’t even notice when she drove my car straight to her apartment until she sat me on her bed, where I finally broke down.

The next morning, after barely any sleep, I decided to go home and confront him. Maybe he’d come to his senses.

But when I pulled up to our house, the sight that greeted me felt like discovering his cheating all over again.

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A woman driving and looking shocked | Source: Gemini

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There, on the front lawn, were all my things — scattered, as if they were trash. Clothes, photo frames, even my old college textbooks, just tossed out without a second thought.

And there he was, standing on the porch with Brenda by his side, smiling like he’d just won the lottery. I got out of my car feeling the numbness take over, and walked slowly to them.

Logan got right to the point. “I don’t think I need to remind you, but this house belongs to my grandfather, and you have no claim to it,” he sneered while my face remained blank. “You’re out. Get your stuff and leave. Now.”

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A couple on a front porch looking smug | Source: Gemini

I stood there, fully numb, as his words sank in. Aside from cheating and dumping me, he was kicking me out of my own house. And the worst part? He looked like he was enjoying every second of it.

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Still, I tried to keep my composure. No way was I giving him the satisfaction of seeing me break down. So I just started gathering my things, shoving clothes and random belongings into the trunk of my car. But the humiliation burned deep.

Instead of going inside like Logan, Brenda stayed on the porch and watched me. She couldn’t even hide her amusement. When I glanced up, she decided to put salt in my wound.

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A woman with a smug look | Source: Gemini

“I can’t wait to redecorate this house,” she sighed happily, crossing her arms. “It’s all old lady stuff, and so ugly.”

My face stayed blank. I was trying to think of anything of mine that might remain inside as I loaded stuff into my car. It was a simple sedan, so I definitely needed another trip.

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Hopefully, Lola wouldn’t mind me staying with her for a while. But as I mulled over these things to keep from showing any emotion or breaking down again, I heard it: the rumble of a car pulling up behind me.

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A woman looking shocked while holding a box | Source: Gemini

I turned around, and there, stepping out of a sleek black BMW, was Mr. Duncan, Logan’s grandfather. And he looked confused.

Now, if there’s one thing everyone in town knows is that Mr. Duncan can be tough. He built a family fortune from nothing. Therefore, he had big expectations from all his children and grandchildren.

At first, I thought being an in-law in the family would be difficult because of him. But for reasons I never understood, he’d treated me amazingly from the very beginning. He loved me with his grandson.

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Yet, I was still afraid of what would happen as he took in the scene with my belongings on the lawn, a strange woman on the porch, and Logan nowhere to be seen.

“Logan, babe, come out here!” Brenda called out, worried.

And the sound of her voice had Mr. Duncan frowning at first. Then, his expression changed from confusion to pure anger.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Mr. Duncan’s voice boomed as Logan came outside with his mouth hanging open.

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An older man looking angry | Source: Gemini

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“Grandpa, we had no idea you were coming over today,” he started, swallowing thickly. “This is not the best time. We’re dealing with a private thing. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Logan, I might be old, but I get exactly what’s happening,” Mr. Duncan responded in his thick voice. “I only asked because I didn’t want to believe my eyes.”

“Grandpa,” Logan tried, but he didn’t get another word in.

“It looks like you’ve kicked my favorite granddaughter-in-law out of the house, and you’re shacking up with that tramp. Did I get anything wrong?” Mr. Duncan continued sharply, and I didn’t feel bad at his insult to Brenda.

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A old man pointing in accusation | Source: Gemini

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“Grandpa, Natasha, and I… we’re done. She doesn’t belong here anymore.”

“And who gave you the right to decide that?” Mr. Duncan’s eyebrows rose. He glanced at me for a second with a tender look before looking back at Logan.

“Let me remind you that this house belongs to me. I’ve let you live here because you were starting a family, together,” he continued. “But if you’re going to treat Natasha like she’s disposable, you can consider yourself out. Effective immediately.”

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An old man pointing and yelling | Source: Gemini

Logan’s face went pale. “What… what are you saying?”

Mr. Duncan didn’t even blink. “I’m saying that Natasha will stay, and you will leave. Not only that but as of right now, I’m cutting you off. Consider all my money and support gone. You think you can act like this? Disrespect your wife and make our family look bad for some early midlife crisis and a 20-year-old gold digger? Not on my watch!”

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“Grandpa!”

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Two people on a front porch, shocked | Source: Gemini

“Leave now!”

***

Once Logan and Brenda were gone, Mr. Duncan ushered me inside and revealed why he came by in the first place. “Natasha, I heard from my son about you and Logan’s issues with fertility, and I came here to offer to pay for IVF.”

“Oh, sir,” I croaked. My emotions were finally surfacing.

“But it seems I arrived just in time to see this disaster instead. You don’t deserve any of this,” he continued, and I almost couldn’t handle his kindness.

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An old man looking kindly at someone | Source: Gemini

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I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Thank you, Mr. Duncan… I… I didn’t know what to do, so I just started packing my car.”

He put a reassuring hand on my shoulder while shaking his head. “No need for that. Consider this house yours. I’ll handle all the paperwork, and make it official. It’s also my apology for not raising a better grandson.”

I nodded as tears fell from my eyes.

In the days that followed, Mr. Duncan made good on his word. My name went on the deed, and Logan was cut off from his family’s money and support.

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A document with the name Natasha on it | Source: Midjourney

I heard through the grapevine that Brenda didn’t stick around long after she realized the bank accounts were closed off, and apparently, Logan was couch-surfing between friends.

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It must have been a blow to his ego because he came crawling back only a week after that scene in my front yard.

He was still in the same clothes as that day and looked terrible.

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A dishelved man on the porch | Source: Gemini

“I made a mistake. I have nothing left. The rest of my family won’t help me. Can you please call my grandfather? He’ll listen to you,” Logan blurted with no preamble. “I can’t live like this.”

There was no apology or true remorse for what he did for me. He only regretted losing the money and influence of his family.

So, I got to say the words every person in my position wants to. “Nope! You made your bed, lie in it!” It was cliché and cruel, but believe me, it was so satisfying at that moment.

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A woman smiling smugly | Source: Gemini

His expression changed to anger immediately, and before he could barrel some insults at me, I slammed the door in his face. I still heard his shouting, but his words rolled off me in that high from that payback.

Maybe I’ll feel bad for him later. But what did he expect? Entitled brat!

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