Ever since I was little, I loved taking things apart. The best part? I could put them back together

Ever since I was little, I loved taking things apart. The best part? I could put them back together like nothing ever happened. After graduation, I was broke. Armed with this odd little talent, I landed a high-paying job as a live-in caregiver. Word on the street was my employer was paralyzed from the waist down, deeply brooding, and had already driven away seven previous caregivers. Since he and I were around the same age, his mother decided to give me a shot. Before I went into his room, she kept warning me, "Sweetheart, keep your head down, speak less, observe less, and just focus on your work." I nodded. But just as I reached the door, I heard the deadbolt click from the inside. Her face drained of color. She started pounding on the door in panic. "Sebastian, open the door! Don't scare Mom like this!" The butler fumbled with the spare key for ages, but the lock wouldn't budge. As everyone spiraled into chaos around me, I pulled a bobby pin from my hair. "Um... do you mind if I give it a try?" The second the door swung open, my breath hitched in my throat. The golden boy I used to harbor a secret crush on back in high school was sitting right there in a wheelchair. When our eyes met, he froze too. Then his face turned stone cold. "Get out." My dad was a legend in our neighborhood, known far and wide as the appliance whisperer. He could fix anything, except broken hearts. I grew up as his little apprentice. While other kids were taking piano lessons, I was taking apart rice cookers.#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings