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 brought homemade cookies and insisted he’d appreciate them more than I would.

She touched his arm when she laughed.

Derek stepped away.

I watched him become increasingly uncomfortable.

But he still tried to avoid open confrontation.

He didn’t want a neighborhood feud.

Neither did I.

Then Vanessa announced her barbecue.