When Amber, a 25-year-old divorcée, moved in next door, I knew trouble had arrived. She was young, bold, and quickly set her sights on my husband Andy. At first it was flirty compliments, then “accidental” encounters while he worked in the yard, and finally, a staged emergency that ended with her greeting him in lingerie.

To Andy’s credit, he shut her down immediately — shocked and furious. But I knew Amber wouldn’t stop unless I taught her a lesson. So with the help of my book club — a circle of strong, sharp women — I set a trap, luring Amber into thinking Andy had invited her over.

When she strutted into my living room expecting my husband, she found 15 women instead. One by one, we laid out exactly why her behavior was unacceptable. No yelling, no threats — just a clear message: this neighborhood, and my marriage, were off-limits. Amber left humiliated, her confidence in shreds.

Two days later, a “For Sale” sign appeared on her lawn. Within weeks, she was gone. Andy never understood why she left so suddenly, but I did. Because women like Amber don’t scare me — we know how to protect what’s ours.