When Amber moved in next door, I knew we were in trouble. The 25-year-old divorcee had that predatory glint in her eye – the kind that sees married men as challenges rather than people. My husband Andy, bless his heart, was completely oblivious to her increasingly obvious advances.
It started with lingering conversations at the fence line. Then came the parade of sports bras and short shorts during her “jogs” past our house. By the time she faked a plumbing emergency to get Andy alone in her bedroom, even my normally clueless husband couldn’t ignore her intentions anymore.
But I didn’t stop at just exposing her. Oh no. Using Andy’s phone, I set up what she thought would be a secret meeting – only to have her walk into an intervention with my entire neighborhood watch group. Fifteen women with a combined 750 years of life experience gave Amber a masterclass in respecting marriage boundaries.
The speed with which she packed up and moved out would have been comical if it wasn’t so satisfying. Some lessons are best learned the hard way, and Amber got hers in front of an audience.
