MY NEWLY DIVORCED NEIGHBOR TOLD ME, “I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR HUSBAND — PREPARE FOR DIVORCE.” THEN SHE THREW A NEIGHBORHOOD BARBECUE AND INVITED HIM, NOT ME.
SO I SHOWED UP WITH A GIFT BOX — AND WHAT WAS INSIDE DRAINED THE COLOR FROM HER FACE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
Chapter 1: The Neighbor Who Wanted My Husband
My divorced neighbor told me, “I’m going to take your husband, so prepare for divorce.” So I taught her a lesson only another woman could.
My name is Rachel. My husband Irvin and I had been married seventeen years when Vanessa moved in next door — divorced, beautiful, confident. I brought her a pie and felt sorry for her. Then one afternoon she smiled across my kitchen table and said, “I’m going to take your husband. Men get bored after that many years.”
She stopped pretending after that — low-cut tops, cookies for Irvin, touching his arm. He always stepped away. Then she threw a neighborhood barbecue and invited him, not me.
“I’m not going,” Irvin said. I smiled. “Actually, I think you should.” Because I had a plan, and it worked because of one thing Vanessa never understood: Irvin had been handing me everything she gave him, the whole time.
