Not My Undergarment

Finding edible underwear in your couch is bad. Finding out it belongs to your HOA nemesis? That requires a special kind of revenge.

Lauren Grassal has spent twenty-three years perfecting the art of being the reliable, harmless wife. She manages the finances, hosts flawless game nights, and makes sure her husband, Travis, always looks like the king of the cul-de-sac. But when she unearths a pair of cherry-scented, rhinestone-studded edible panties wedged deep inside her custom sectional, Lauren doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry.

She starts a ledger.

Armed with her husband’s shared smartwatch data, an airtight property deed, and the lethal patience of a woman who has survived a decade of neighborhood committee meetings, Lauren orchestrates the ultimate takedown. Her targets: Travis and his mistress, Toria, the neighborhood’s loud, spotlight-stealing queen bee. Her stage: The annual summer block party.

If Travis thought his wife was just a boring "manager," he's about to find out exactly how effectively she can manage his absolute, humiliating ruin.

Not My Undergarment is a hilariously satisfying, meticulously calculated story of betrayal, divorce, and the most spectacular public revenge a suburb has ever witnessed. Because hell hath no fury like a woman who color-codes her spice rack.