I asked Talia to start paying rent—she snapped, saying I didn’t own the house and I was just an outsider. The next day, two men showed up asking for me—by my maiden name. When they mentioned Vincent Ortiz, I nearly dropped the glass I was holding. He was the man I left behind years ago after he vanished. No one knew, not even my husband Ray.
Later, I saw Ring footage—Talia had flagged them down. When I asked her why, she coldly said I seemed suspicious. So I told Ray everything: Vincent, the breakup, the disappearance. He was shocked but supportive.
I confronted Talia. She claimed she was “just helping.” So I hit back—about her debt and lies. That’s when Ray stepped in, revealing we co-own the house now. She left that night.
The men never came back. But I messaged Vincent’s sister and learned he’s alive—he just disappeared by choice. I cried, finally feeling some closure.
Truth is: silence doesn’t protect you—it lets others decide who you are.
