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

Then Vanessa began creating reasons to involve Derek in her household.

The first request concerned a cabinet door.

She knocked while he was mowing our lawn.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but one of my kitchen cabinets is coming loose.”

Derek looked toward me.

I shrugged.

He took his toolbox next door.

Twenty minutes later, he returned.