Linda had brought in a demolition crew. They were swinging sledgehammers, cracking through my brand-new wall like it was cardboard. “HEY!” I shouted, running out in disbelief. “You can’t do this!” Linda shrugged. “You left me no choice.”
I called the police, but they said it was a “civil matter” and I should contact a lawyer. So I stood there, watching them tear it down. I could have screamed, cried, made a scene. But I didn’t. I just stood there—quiet. Because I had a better plan. A smarter, nastier plan.
What Linda didn’t realize was this: when I bought the house, I didn’t just take over the old owner’s property. I also had a survey done, and it turned out part of Linda’s yard actually belonged to my lot. The old property line had been drawn incorrectly years ago—and I had the updated legal documents to prove it.