My Neighbor Repainted My Car Pink, but I Had No Proof – Karma Struck Her the Very Next Day

Then another man climbed from the passenger side.

They walked to the back of the truck and began unloading buckets.

Denise suddenly stopped breathing normally.

One man carried paint toward her driveway.
The other followed with rollers.

I looked at her.

“You know them.”

“No.”

“You do.”

“I said I don’t.”

On the screen, the two men began painting Denise’s car.

They moved quickly.

One worked on the driver’s side.

The other took the passenger side.