My New Neighbor Was Shamelessly Flirting with My

1. The New Neighbor

At 52, I thought I’d seen every type of gold-digger—until Amber moved in next door. Twenty-five, recently divorced from a man fifty years older, she arrived in stilettos and a silk robe, barking orders like she owned the street. “She’s…young,” my husband Andy said. I replied, “She’s trouble.”

2. Flirtation Escalates

Amber wasted no time. She fawned over Andy with lines like, “That shirt really brings out your eyes!” and “You must be so strong.” I watched from the window, seething. When I confronted her subtle moves, she feigned innocence. “Andy told me all about you,” she giggled. I smiled tightly. “Yes, he takes excellent care of everything that’s his.”

3. The Setup

Then came her big move: faking a plumbing emergency to lure Andy into a candlelit bathroom, wearing sheer lingerie. “Amber, what the hell is this?” Andy asked. “I’m married!” He stormed out. I knew then—my husband had passed the test. But I wasn’t finished.

4. The Showdown

I sent a flirty message from Andy’s phone, inviting Amber over when I’d be “at book club.” She arrived at 8 p.m. in full seductress mode… only to be greeted by my real book club. “We’ve been watching your little show for weeks,” said Susan, a retired cop. I told her, “You picked the wrong man this time. And the wrong woman.”

The next morning, a For Sale sign was up. Three weeks later, Amber was gone. When Andy noticed, I just sipped my coffee. “Maybe this just wasn’t her happy place after all.”