My Neighbors Wife Book Novels & Stories

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

I demand, knowing he can’t answer. “Colt, baby… you still love me! I know you do!” Bellows my still naked wife. Honestly this is not her strongest argument and it isn't gonna help her the way she thinks it will. She really isn’t gaining any favors by flashing her flesh around the neighborhood. I can see her shivering in the cold, and yet I have no pity for her. And if I know our neighbors like I think I do, someone is taking a video of this whole fiasco and probably gonna upload it to our neighborhood group chat the moment I slam the door… Good for them. I guess it will give them something to talk about.

He said in his mind, as soon as he got into the kitchen, his wife began to explain everything, blabbing it out one by one. “I did not know Angie would finish her breakfast so early. I was already finished and wanted to pack it in when she just appeared.” “So the best thing to do was to make her go all the way to the neighbors' place, really Isabella!” The neighbors they were talking about were not exactly neighbors. They lived eight miles away from their house, but again they were the closest living human beings to them. They didn’t banish their neighbors. The people just enjoyed living in the jungle like savages but they were close to the village in case there was trouble. They had a choice

“All of you, get out! “Let me tell you something. I might have a limp, but I’m a veteran who crawled through gunfire to survive. I’m not some pushover.” Wayne was intimidated by my gaze. He froze in place, not daring to step forward. Aiden was so frightened that he hid behind Wallace and sobbed. The commotion alerted the neighbors. Several households opened their doors and poked their heads out. They started pointing and murmuring among each other. “Isn’t that Alvin’s house? What’s all the noise about?” “Who are those people? That woman looks kind of familiar.” “She looks like Alvin’s wife. I heard that she passed away young.”

"The Pastor lives next door. The brick one. This is number forty-two. You want forty-four." The woman blinked, looking around the porch in a daze. She looked at our house—painted a soft, modern grey—and then at the dark brick silhouette of the neighbor's home. "Oh," she whispered, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. "Oh God. I’m so sorry. I... I saw the light. I thought... I’m so sorry." I stood there, my heart still trying to beat its way out of my ribs, feeling like a fool. I had just dismantled my entire marriage in the span of sixty seconds. I had looked at a stranger and a child and seen a betrayal that wasn't there.

I never would have suspected that my neighbour was anything other than an extremely respectable lady, widowed, retired, fairly well off, comfortable in her own company, but I was so wrong. Beryl, and my wife, got along famously and often visited with each other for long chats which held no interest for me and consequently I spent those visits inn my den with my laptop. I read an article on a website about loneliness particularly in late middle age and especially after losing a loved one, and I wondered if this affected our neighbour.

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

True or false...no passion for a name was going to hold me accountable to this plot. As her neighbour, I had known Cynthia for a while, and we were just that. Neighbours...until now. Albeit, that grace that was her body, one capable of rendering a man speechless made me wonder why a lady like her was all alone in a big house. And seeing I didn't want to take the glory of wanting to justify myself around her considering we had just been friends for some months now, I liked where this was heading.

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"