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

I’ll stop going over for every little request.”

I believed him.

Because he’d never given me a reason not to.

But Vanessa wasn’t finished.

A few afternoons later, she came over while Derek was at work.

I had just finished cleaning the kitchen after an early baking shift.

We sat at the table with coffee.

Vanessa discussed a restaurant she’d tried.