Stalked By The Mom Next Door

Synopsis

My husband was overseas for a six-month program, so it was just me and my daughter. Every day I drove her to school and back. Then one afternoon, Celeste Belmont—the mom of my daughter's classmate—asked if we could carpool. "It'll be easier for both of us,"she said. I figured fine, so I agreed. Celeste was friendly. Too friendly. She kept showing up with little snacks she insisted we take. But there was one thing that made my skin crawl. She loved to pry. She kept poking around about my job, my income, even asked if I was divorced. I told her, "You need to back off. Ask one more personal question and I'm done driving you." She stayed quiet for maybe two days. Then one night, scrolling through a local gossip forum, I saw a post that felt like a slap. [Deep Scoop: There's a Porsche-driving single mom in my neighborhood. Gorgeous, clueless, rich. Any guy wanna take over this jackpot? I've got her full info. Highest bidder only.] A few days later, a black car started tailing me on my way home. And in the passenger seat, Celeste was quietly tapping away on her phone