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

Picked up her untouched coffee.

And carried it to the sink.

“Then woman to woman,” I said, “you should go home.”

Her expression changed.

She seemed surprised.

Perhaps she’d expected me to cry.

Beg her not to pursue Derek.

Demand to know whether he’d shown interest.