My Divorced Neighbor Told Me She Was Going to Steal My Husband, So I Humiliated Her at a Barbecue—Then She Found a Way to Shut Down My Bakery

So I listened.

Then I went home and baked an apple pie.

The next morning, I delivered it with a handwritten welcome card.

Vanessa looked delighted.

“You’re the sweetest person,” she said.

I invited her for coffee.

She began visiting regularly.

At first, she seemed genuinely interested in my bakery.