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
He moved it back.
I was beginning to notice a pattern.
Derek wasn’t.
One evening, I found him washing his hands at the kitchen sink after returning from her house.
“What needed fixing this time?”
“Bedroom shelf.”
“Again?”
He smiled.
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