After my father passed away, I inherited his farm — along with years of mystery and tension between our family and the neighbors, the Walters.

The feud had been going on for as long as I could remember, but I never truly understood why.

The day after the funeral, I visited the farm.

While sorting through my father’s belongings, I discovered an envelope hidden behind a jar in the kitchen.

My name was written on it in his handwriting.

Just as I was about to open it, I noticed red paint splattered across the farmhouse walls, with angry words like “Liar” and “Thief.”

Security footage revealed the culprit — Carlos, Walter’s son.

Furious, I confronted Walter and Carlos.

That’s when Carlos shouted, “Your family ruined ours!”

I didn’t understand what he meant, but later, when I opened my father’s letter, the truth shattered me.

In the letter, my father confessed that years ago, he and Walter had planned to buy the farm together.

But when my mother was expecting me, he panicked.

He took Walter’s money and put the farm solely in his own name, leaving Walter with nothing.

My father wrote, “I built everything on betrayal.

I’m sorry for lying to you.” The weight of his words crushed me.

I realized Walter’s hatred wasn’t jealousy — it was heartbreak.

That night, I went to Walter’s house with the farm keys in hand.

“This land should have been yours,” I told him. “I’ll sign it over to you. My father’s mistake ends with me.”

Walter stared at me in disbelief before tears filled his eyes. Carlos, once so angry, softened.

“I was wrong about you,” he said quietly. For the first time in decades, there was peace between our families.

Though I couldn’t erase the past, I chose to break the cycle of hatred — and it all began with one letter that revealed the truth.