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

Derek was tightening a cabinet hinge while she watched.

Vanessa leaned against the counter.

“Look at those forearms,” she said.

Derek laughed awkwardly.

She continued.

“Claire is the luckiest woman on the street.

Though I bet she’s too busy with her flour to notice.”

I looked at her.