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

Vanessa had decorated her backyard with strings of lights and white tablecloths.

A large grill stood near the patio.

Someone had brought a cooler.

Music drifted over the fence.

Derek changed into a blue polo shirt and jeans.

He stood beside the door looking uncomfortable.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he said.

I tied a ribbon around the box.