My new neighbor, Claire—27 and fresh off a breakup with a much older man—moved in next door and immediately set her sights on my husband, Mark, 58. Her flirting went from cute to shameless fast.
One night, she called him over for a “plumbing emergency” and tried to seduce him. That’s when I decided to handle things myself.
Using Mark’s phone, I texted her:
“Been thinking about you. Meet me in your garden shed at 9.”
She agreed, expecting him. Instead, she got me.
When I showed up, she was dolled up in red silk and shockingly surprised. I told her, “Next time you go fishing for married men, make sure you’re not the one getting caught.” Then I walked away.
She tried playing victim the next day, but Mark shut her down and backed me completely. The HOA hit her with warnings, her fake tears didn’t work, and the whole neighborhood saw her true colors.
A few weeks later, karma handled the rest—she flirted with a delivery guy in front of his girlfriend and got publicly humiliated. Soon after, her boss fired her for bragging about “stealing a married man.”
Claire eventually moved out. Peace returned.
Lesson learned? Some people thrive on attention. Take that away, and they disappear. The best revenge isn’t drama—it’s living well.
