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
I continued.
“And I included handyman numbers for anything more complicated.”
Vanessa’s cheeks turned red.
I smiled.
“Now you won’t need my husband anymore.”
A nervous laugh moved through the yard.
Vanessa glanced around.
Then forced a smile.