My Divorced Neighbor Told Me, ‘I’m Going to Take Your Husband, so You’d Better Prepare for Divorce’ – I Decided to Teach Her a Lesson in a Way Only Another Woman Could

Deposits had already gone toward supplies and a new mixer attachment.

My ovens were suddenly useless.

Vanessa came to our porch that evening carrying a bottle of wine.

“I’ve come to make you an offer,” she said.

Irvin folded his arms. “Get to the point.”

“Tell the neighborhood that you lied.” She stared at me. “You misunderstood an innocent friendship, humiliated me because I was jealous, and then apologize. Publicly.”

“No,” I said.

“Get off our porch,” Irvin added.

Vanessa smiled.

She left the wine on the railing and walked home.

The door had barely closed when Irvin rubbed both hands over his face.

“Don’t get mad at me,” he said, “but we should at least think about it.”