Bella and Louis had clawed their way up from ramen dinners and secondhand furniture to finally buy their dream home—a white-picket-fence kind of life they’d imagined for years. But the moment they moved in, a new character entered their story: Ruth, the elderly neighbor with honey-sweet words and a suspiciously frequent need for “a man’s help.”
Louis, ever the gentleman, began spending more and more time next door—fixing faucets, repairing fences, planting flowers. Bella brushed off her unease until one morning, she followed him with binoculars and saw the truth bloom in Ruth’s garden: a young woman, not Ruth, was there. Blonde, flirtatious, and very much entwined with Louis.
They weren’t just planting roses—they were cultivating betrayal.
Ruth, it turned out, wasn’t just a lonely widow. She was the matchmaker behind Louis’s secret affair with her granddaughter, Liza. Bella confronted them mid-kiss, her heart shattering as Louis stammered excuses and Liza claimed ignorance of his marriage.
The final twist? Ruth, once the sweet neighbor, turned venomous—defending the affair and accusing Bella of trespassing.
Bella didn’t scream. She recorded everything. And she walked away—not just from the garden, but from the illusion of love she’d spent years building.
