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

Food.

Music.

Neighbors.

And a special request that Derek help carry a few things before the guests arrived.

I stared.

Then looked toward the window.

Vanessa was outside arranging garden furniture.

An idea occurred to me.