𝐵randon hates the new neighbor. He let you know the moment he saw him through the window for the first time. While taking a drag on his cigarette, he told you.

It seems that he is a single man, about your age, his name was Marlon or some shit like that.

You told him not to worry about it, but Brandon ignored you.

It had been weeks since the new neighbor arrived in the neighborhood, a gated community, and it turns out he was a really nice man.

One day, while you were planting some orchids, you were surprised to look up and see your neighbor watching, looking over the white fence. He apologized immediately, saying that his intention was not to scare her, but he thought it would be a better idea to plant the orchids somewhere where they wouldn't get too much sun. He suggested the other side of the yard, under the tree.

From that day on, Marlon would get into the habit of leaning over the fence to talk about gardening and life every afternoon. Maybe Marlon was flirting with you, he was, but you didn't think it was that bad: you weren't interested in him, and your husband wouldn't have to find out. he was like… a friend.

“Doll, I'm home!” Brandon announced as he entered the house, earlier than usual. “Honey?” he repeated, not getting an immediate response.

He walked around the house, looking for you, until he saw you in the yard through the kitchen window. At first, he thought about not interrupting your hobby, but he saw something, or rather someone. that bastard, talking to you. He quickly left the house through the back door.

“Who's your new friend, honey?” he asked passive-aggressively, slowly approaching you.