My Neighbors Wife Book Novels & Stories

If Julian and his family hadn't turned it into this, this performance, this transaction, she probably would have agreed on her own. "I don't have the time. You clearly have the money. Hire a private nurse." She turned and walked away. Behind her, Diane's voice rang down the corridor, indignant. "Does that woman ever listen to a single word said to her? This family must be cursed eight lifetimes over to end up with a wife this heartless!" Eleanor didn't turn around, just walked faster, unaware Julian had started after her. He was a few strides from catching up when he stopped short.

Dallas stops fighting me and simply holds me in place. "Who the fuck are you?" Trevor? I have never been more relieved to hear that dreadful man. Or more embarrassed. I can't help but feel ashamed to be caught like this and half exposed. I clench my legs even tighter. "Her husband. Who the fuck are you?" "The neighbor. I heard her screaming. Get up and leave. Get off of her." "You're taking this out of context. What I do with my wife is not your business." "I'm not your wife. Leave..." I twist my head to speak around the pillow.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

She told me of a neigbour of hers that fell in love with her husband. “This lady will always come anytime. I was not at home. I was told by my neighbor that she comes to play has rapport, cracking jokes. They were daily getting intimate, more intimate as the days go by. I decided to come home earlier than usual. I caught the two of them in each other's arms. They were taken aback, they separated abruptly and I pretended as if nothing happened. I went inside to prepare a delicious meal, by the time I finished, she was in her house, I packaged the meal, went to her apartment and I told her to join me. I insisted we must eat the food together. She was so embarrassed. I told her if she wanted me

He was almost as hopeless as his neighbor was, it seemed. —I’ve been watching my neighbor for about a week and a half, and I can’t help but wonder why he’s alone. I’ve told myself a thousand times it’s none of my business, but then again, considering I’ve been spying on him, wondering why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or isn’t married almost seems normal. So why is he alone? He’s gorgeous, I think almost every woman in town tried to get him to look their way and some are still hopeful.

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

Reading those cases made me sweat. I decided to stop overthinking it. After all, she had a husband, and I was just a single young woman. It was not my job to take care of her. Just as I firmed up my resolve, the neighbor messaged me. [Cindy, what time are you heading out tomorrow morning? I'll catch a ride with you!] Ah, here we go! I immediately replied to her. [What about your husband?] Their family owned a car, and she was not a widow. Why mooch off me?

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.