When 25-year-old Amber moved in next door, I immediately sensed trouble. Fresh off a rich divorce and dressed like a walking flirt alert, she wasted no time cozying up to my husband, Andy. From waving in skimpy shorts to complimenting his lawn care, she was laying it on thick—and I wasn’t having it.

Things escalated quickly. She “jogged” by in revealing outfits, faked emergencies, and even showed up at our door in lingerie pretending to have a plumbing issue. That night, I followed her in—and caught her red-handed. Andy was stunned and shut her down instantly. But I wasn’t done.

I borrowed Andy’s spare phone and lured Amber back—with help. That evening, she strolled into my house expecting a date with my husband. Instead, she met 15 fierce women from our neighborhood. We gave her a crash course in boundaries, dignity, and reality.

Two days later, a “For Sale” sign went up in her yard. A month later, she was gone. Turns out, middle-aged wives know how to handle drama—and we don’t lose.