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

Her face turned bright red.

I thought that would be the end of it.

I was wrong.

By the time Vanessa finished taking revenge, my bakery was closed, a sixty-person wedding had lost its cake, and Derek and I were having the worst argument of our marriage.

And the most infuriating part was that Vanessa hadn’t needed to invent a single problem to start destroying what I’d built.

She had found a real one.

PART 2 — THE WOMAN WHO ALWAYS NEEDED HELP

To understand how things reached that point, you need to understand the kind of man Derek is.