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 invited nearly everyone on our street.

Including Derek.

But not me.

The invitation arrived as a text.

Derek showed me while I was packaging cupcakes.

“I’m not going.”

I read it.

The message described an informal Saturday gathering.