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

She seemed to expect me to accept her announcement as a fact.

“Why would you say that to me?”

She shrugged.

“I’m being honest.

Woman to woman.”

I looked toward the kitchen window.

Derek had planted roses beneath it the previous spring.

We’d chosen the flowers together.