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
Derek was washing dishes.
“Vanessa?” he asked.
“Probably.”
He turned.
“Don’t answer.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
For several days, I tried to ignore the tension.
I had work to do.
