**Betrayal Beyond Repair: A Cold and Calculated Revenge**
They had spent thirty-five years togethernearly half a lifetime. Edward and Evelyn. It had begun like an old-fashioned romancedancing in the rain, talking until dawn, sharing dreams of a house with a garden. Evelyn was petite, delicate, quiet, but with a will of steel. Edward, ambitious, eyes burning with drive, always chasing more.
They endured hardshippoverty, debt, moving towns, grief. When Edward built his business from nothing, Evelyn held everything togetherhome, children, bills, illnesses. When success finally came, bringing comfort and stability, Edward fell in love. With the new secretary, tall and leggy, who laughed at his jokes and lingered a second too long when she touched his arm.
He made his decision swiftly. Hired expensive lawyers to keep the housethe one built brick by brick, renovated by their own hands, where Evelyn had planted roses and embroidered cushions. The home that had once been their shared dream.
The court granted Edward the house. Evelyn had two months to leave. But she was gone in two days. No tears, no drama. Silent. She packed her bags, called the movers. And as her farewell, she scattered crumbs of boiled codthrough the curtains, along the windowsills, inside the vents. Leftovers from the goodbye dinner she had cooked for herself at the empty table.
Edwards new love moved into the “dream house” days later. Everything seemed perfectlight, space, a fireplace, a balcony. But within twenty-four hours, a putrid stench seeped through the walls. Nothing could erase itnot scrubbing, not incense, not renovations.
The smell worsened. They washed floors, replaced carpets, kept windows open. Bought air purifiers. Useless. Friends stopped visiting. No one could bear the stench.
Edward tried to sell. But whispers spread through the village. Buyers fled within minutes. Estate agents refused to touch it. The house had become cursed.
The couple took out a crushing loan for a new place. The money drained away. Until Evelyn called:
*”Hows life, Edward?”*
*”Ruined,”* he admitted, broken. *”The house wont sell. Were finished.”*
*”Strange,”* she replied, calm. *”You know, Ive missed that house. Would you sell it to me? For say, 10% of its worth?”*
Edward nearly wept with relief. He agreed at once. Ten percent? A small price to rid himself of the nightmare.
The next day, Evelyn arrived with a solicitor. Papers were signed in minutes. The couple fled to their new home. She stepped inside the empty house, took a deep breathand smiled for the first time in years.
But the story wasnt over.
The couple had taken everything from the old placefurniture, curtains, even the curtain rods! Especially the rods. Edward refused to leave a single thing for his ex-wife. He dismantled them himself. And with them, he carried the source of the smell.
The next morning, the stench appeared in their new home.
Evelyn had known it would. And she never called again.
Now, in her house, she enjoys silence, clean walls, and roses in bloom. While Edward lives in a curse of his own making. For betrayal. For pride. For forgetting who stood by him when he had nothing.
