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 celebrated as though I’d opened a national franchise.

By the third year, I was supplying birthday cakes, holiday desserts, specialty breads, and cookies for local businesses.

The work was exhausting.

I usually began before dawn.

There were days when I finished cleaning at ten at night, only to begin preparing dough again a few hours later.

But I loved it.

I loved seeing customers collect cakes I’d spent hours decorating.

I loved the smell of warm cinnamon bread.