All Chapters of The Neighbor's Wife Invited Me to Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I was named Carl Teigen, and I streamed games for a living. Every day, apart from gaming, I slept. Oh, wait. Strike that. Now, as soon as the clock struck midnight, I started peeping on my neighbor, Megan Steele. …Time ticked by, yet not a single crack of a whip or any suggestive sounds came from next door. I began to feel restless, my eyes drifting toward the clock every now and then. All of a sudden, my patron, Ethan Truman, berated me through my headset. "What the hell? You're peeping on someone else's wife? What's wrong with you?"I snapped back to reality and stared at the only word on my monitor. "DEFEAT."I ran my hand through my hair in annoyance. "Damn it."When he invited me to play again, I logged off and issued him a refund in one smooth motion. Was she working the night shift tonight? Why else wasn't she home yet?After a moment's hesitation, I took the painting off the wall and peered through to the other side. Megan was lying on the bed in a purple silk

I was dumbstruck. Megan wasn't here for a romantic rendezvous; she just wanted me to unclog her drain. Even though I was disappointed, I still followed her home. It was the first time I had been able to take a look around her place. Her room was neat and decorated like a princess's bedroom. There was just an indescribable scent in the air.The heady fragrance of roses was laced with a burnt smell and the metallic tang of blood. It was so subtle that one wouldn't notice it unless they paid close attention. While I was still lost in doubt, she had already led me to the bathroom. My brows knitted when I saw the toilet filled with ashes. After a moment of hesitation, she explained, "My parents passed away when I was young. When they were alive, all they ever wanted was for me to find a reliable man. I thought I could entrust myself to Vincent, but he turned out to be a heartless cheater who was seeing a rich woman behind my back. I had no choice but to tell my parents to look for

"I'm shutting you up so you don't disturb our neighbors in the middle of the night," Megan said.Initially, I didn't understand what she meant until she walked out the door. I tried to call out her name, only to realize I couldn't make a sound. That was when panic surged through me. What was the meaning of this? How had I lost my voice? Why had she locked me inside her house? I kicked one of the pillows off the bed with all my strength, attempting to stop Megan in her tracks. However, she merely looked at me and scoffed. "Enjoy these three days of despair." At that moment, I wished I had never heard those words. I closed my eyes, racking my brain over what I'd done wrong to make Megan get back at me in such a twisted manner.Yet, no matter how long I thought about it, I still couldn't come up with a single clue. In the end, I had no choice but to give up. I figured I'd tough it out for three days and demand an explanation from her. Unfortunately, I'd underestimated my body'

As Megan explained what had happened, my mind rewound to three years ago. It was Valentine's Day. I'd happened to take on a job from a wealthy client who had just gone through a breakup. The commission was higher than usual this time—ten grand. Combined with my savings, I had just enough to buy the designer bag Callista had been eyeing for months but could never bring herself to spend money on. Callista had wanted me to celebrate the occasion with her, but I explained that I would make it up to her the next day. Callista was furious. She picked up the keyboard I'd just bought and hurled it on the floor, demanding to know whether she or the game mattered more to me. I told her both of them were equally important to me.Yet, she raised a baton, pointing it straight at my monitor. "Either you spend the night with me, or we're over! If you don't make a decision, I'll smash your computer so we never have this argument again." I thought she was being unreasonable. I pulled out my

The second time I drifted off, I vaguely heard Megan's conversation with Vincent. The topic was my house.I had initially thought I was only dreaming until I learned that Vincent was still alive. Then, I realized that the conversation in my dream had actually been real. Hence, when I was brought back, I told the police everything that had happened in the last few days. The cops didn't dismiss my claims simply because the evidence was one-sided. After looking into it, they discovered that Megan had gotten into stock trading six months ago—she not only lost her house but also ended up over two million dollars in debt.'Vincent had helped her pay off 500 grand, but he could no longer come up with the rest. Consequently, the two of them decided to set up a honey trap to extort more money.When I heard that, I couldn't help but make a bold guess. While searching online for potential targets, the two of them came across the dating profile video I had posted and added me to their lis