I came home early one day to find my ex-husband, Peter, in my basement with a crowbar. Startled, I asked, “What are you doing here?” He explained, “Your grandfather told me there was family treasure under the house.”
Confused and angry, I threatened to call the police. Peter revealed he still had a key from when he helped my grandfather. He claimed he was asked to find the treasure to keep it safe, but the idea seemed absurd.
After Peter left, I opened the hatch he’d been prying at and found only plumbing pipes. Realizing my grandfather had set Peter up, I drove to the nursing home to confront him. He admitted, “I wanted to see if Peter was truly trustworthy.”
Grateful for my grandfather’s protective scheme, I understood his intention. With Peter out of my life, I felt a renewed sense of peace and readiness to move forward.
