At 52, I thought I’d seen it all—until Amber, my young new neighbor, set her sights on my husband. Freshly divorced and barely out of her twenties, she made it clear Andy was her next prize. But I wasn’t about to let some reckless girl threaten everything I’ve built with him.
Her “friendly” visits quickly turned into daily flirtation shows. She showed up at the fence, asked for help with heavy boxes, jogged past in revealing clothes, and finally staged a fake plumbing emergency in lingerie to lure Andy inside. Every move screamed desperation, but I saw right through her act—and so did Andy.