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

She smiled as though she’d come to reconcile.

“I thought we should talk.”

I looked at the bottle.

Then at her face.

“What do you want?”

She tilted her head.

“I heard your bakery is having difficulties.”

Derek appeared behind me.