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

A woman near the table lowered her drink.

Vanessa stared at me.

“That isn’t what I meant.”

“It was what you said.”

She looked toward Derek.

For a moment, I thought she’d ask him to contradict me.

Instead, he walked over and put his arm around my shoulders.

“Claire’s right,” he said calmly.