My ex-husband ripped off the wallpaper after our divorce because “he paid for it” – six months later, he called me to say: “I have important news to share with you.”

My ex-husband and I shared eight years of life together. A beautiful house we renovated together, two wonderful children, and many plans for the future. But behind this perfect image was a bitter truth: he was cheating on me with his secretary.

When I discovered the messages, the secret meetings, and the lies, at first I refused to believe it. Then, I faced the reality. He tried to minimize it, to justify himself, but nothing could fix that betrayal. I asked for a divorce. He left, leaving me alone with the kids and broken memories.

One day, while I was at my parents’ house with the kids, he came back to the house to “take a few things.” But when I returned, I found that he had ripped off the wallpaper in the living room. The one we had chosen and put up together after hours of debate. He even left a note: “I paid for it, I’m taking it.” As if the past could be bought or peeled off that easily.

I was furious, but strangely relieved. This petty act opened my eyes: this man was nothing more than a finished chapter.

A month later, when everything seemed to belong to the past, Dan unexpectedly called me. When I picked up the phone, he said he had something important to tell me…

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— “Hi… I just wanted to say I’m thinking of you… the kids… everything. I miss you.”

There was an unusual fragility in her voice. Perhaps a hint of regret. But for me, it was too late. I was no longer the woman waiting for an apology. I was the one who had rebuilt her life, piece by piece, wall by wall.

— “Dan, I wish you all the happiness in the world, but I’ve moved on.”

And it was true.

I repainted the living room, changed the curtains, and hung colorful paintings. Every detail now reflected my personality, not ours. I even transformed the former marital bedroom into a painting studio—a passion I had long put aside.

A month later, I joined a book club to find some peace. At a party, surrounded by kind women, I recounted the wallpaper incident. Laughter erupted. One woman, Cassie, exclaimed, “A man tearing down wallpaper for revenge? That’s pathetic!”

Time passed. One day, Cassie proudly introduced me to her fiancé. It was Dan. She didn’t know anything. When I revealed he was my ex-husband, silence fell. And then she realized, “Wait… that wallpaper thing… that was him?”

Dan paled. Cassie, shocked, realized she had fallen in love with a man very different from who he claimed to be.