For six months, the woman from upstairs had been mooching off my private EV charger. I had reminded her before. She rolled her eyes and said, “Electricity from your place can’t cost that much. Why are you so stingy?”

Chapter 15

For people who try to feed on your time, your money, your peace, and your dignity, the best revenge is never tears.

It’s never shouting.

And it’s never standing there begging the crowd to believe you.

The best revenge is staying calm long enough to let them walk, step by step, into the trap they built with their own greed.

Then, when the moment comes, you simply close the lid.

That is freedom.

That is justice.

And sometimes, that is the only mercy people like that will ever understand.