My New Neighbor Was Shamelessly Flirting with My Husband —

At 52, I thought I’d seen every husband-stealing trick, but my new neighbor, Amber, a 25-year-old divorcee, proved me wrong. Fresh off a lucrative split, she targeted my husband, Andy, with flirty comments and staged emergencies, like a fake pipe burst that led him to her candlelit, lingerie-clad trap. Andy, loyal but clueless, rejected her. Fed up, I orchestrated a lesson. Using Andy’s phone, I lured Amber to our house, where my book club—formidable women with decades of experience—waited. Caught off guard, Amber faced our collective

disapproval for her blatant disrespect. We didn’t yell; we educated her on boundaries and respect. Humiliated, she fled. Two days later, a “For Sale” sign appeared on her lawn; three weeks later, she was gone. New neighbors, a lovely older couple, moved in. Andy, none the wiser, remarked on the better view. I smiled—middle-aged women don’t survive by being passive. We fight for what’s ours, and we win. Amber learned that the hard way.