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
Then she walked away.
I closed the door.
For several minutes, I stood in the kitchen listening to the refrigerator hum.
I wasn’t afraid Derek would suddenly leave me.
I trusted him.
But I was furious that someone I’d welcomed into our home believed she could treat our marriage as a competition.
That evening, I told Derek everything.
He stopped eating halfway through dinner.