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

“How did you hear that?”

Vanessa ignored him.

“I’d hate for Claire to lose everything she’s worked for.”

I stared.

She held out the bottle.

“A peace offering.”

I didn’t take it.

Then she explained the price.

PART 4 — THE OFFER

Vanessa placed the wine on our porch railing.