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

“Actually,” I said, “I think you should go.”

Derek frowned.

“Why?”

I smiled.

“Because I have something for her.”

He studied my face.

“Should I be worried?”

“Not about me.”