We had to act fast and put a stop to this.
Early the next morning, I set out to visit Linda's hometown.
But as soon as I opened the door, there she was.
She was holding a can of red paint, scrawling "An eye for an eye!" on our front door.
"Give me back my husband! Give me back my happiness!"
I scowled, stepping closer, and she quickly backed away.
I wasn't about to hit a woman.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and recorded her vandalism.
She saw me filming and tried to snatch my phone, desperate to stop me.
"What the hell are you filming? You can't invade someone's privacy!"
"And you think splattering paint on someone's doorstep isn't illegal?"
My smug smile rattled her, and knowing she couldn't take me on, she dropped the paint and ran.
I sent the video to our family group chat with the caption.
[Mess with us, and you're in for a fight.]
After putting my phone away, I noticed her getting into a sketchy black car.
My gut told me this was a lead worth following.
I hailed a cab and trailed her.
Sure enough, Linda got out with some guy, and they were arguing, tugging at each other.
I was too far away to hear them clearly, but I caught bits about "the baby" and "inheritance."