Neighbors Hot Wife Novels & Stories

"Chief — where's your wife?" That voice. Enough to turn every head on the bus. Everyone was curious. What kind of woman stayed unbothered while rumors swirled around her husband? What kind of person had landed the most sought-after cardiac surgeon in the country? And she wasn't even here? Not even reporting in after late shifts? Nathan craned his neck. Scanned behind Adrian. Adrian's tone was flat. "My wife also has a team building." Zoe's hand clamped down on Nora's palm so hard Nora nearly yelped.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

❧ “W…would you like s…some t…tea, miss?” The maid beside me stammers, eyes wide with fear. I don’t blame her. Word about Lena’s death has spread through the house, and now no one wants to come near me. “Sure. I’ll have some tea” my voice sounds cold, even to my own ears. “Has my husband returned?” “No miss. There’s still no sign of Mr. Delacruz.” The maid croaks, hands trembling by her sides.

We barely spoke for the next several days, and there was an invisible tension lingering between us. I thought about finding an opportunity to apologize to her when our neighbor paid an unexpected visit. A couple, Liam and Heather Smith lived in the apartment next door. They were known as the most affectionate couple in our building, joined at the hip and always in sync. Sometimes, I could not help but wonder how they managed to stay so sweet to each other after so many years of marriage. They hosted a small gathering today and invited several young couples, including us. The men drank while the women chatted. The atmosphere was wonderful. I looked at my wife, who was finally gazing back at m

The neighbor, who had recently returned from another settlement, was utterly bewildered. "I don't even know who this Charlie is," he said, exasperated. Convinced I was hiding inside, the men barged past him, shoving their way into his home. The neighbor tried to stop them, but it was too late. "You people are unbelievable," he muttered. "You don't even know where your own friend lives, and now you're making a scene? Her husband's dead, for heaven's sake. The last time I saw her, she was dealing with a bunch of wedding stuff. Poor woman. She seemed really heartbroken, sorting through all those albums and wedding photos. You could tell how much she loved her husband. What a pity."

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

“Or better—don’t let him get close enough to open it.” She shook her head, half angry, half tired. “You make it sound simple. But it’s not. He was my husband.” “Exactly,” Zipper muttered. “That’s why he knows exactly where to cut.” Silence pressed in. Her heartbeat thudded too loud in her chest. “You don’t get it,” she whispered. “Part of me still—” She cut herself off, clamping her teeth together. “Still what?” His voice softened now, curiosity laced with something else.

"Oh look, Jim," Karina mumbled, sipping from her coffee. "The neighbours are fucking again." Since Karina and her husband moved to their new neighbourhood, they had enough of their neighbours. Leslie and Adam, who lived in the next building, were sex freaks; at least, that was what Karina and Jim concluded. They were always seen kissing and smooching on the veranda, in public, directly in front of Jim and Karina's kitchen window. It irritated the couple to no end.

I knew he was there again. Nick. My neighbour lives across that narrow alley between our buildings. His window faced mine, and every night my husband Mark was out of town, I'd catch his shadow behind those half-open blinds. He'd stand still, like he thought I couldn't see him in the dim light. But I could. I always could. Tonight was no different, except the kids were at my sister's for a sleepover, and the house felt empty, quiet in a way that made my skin tingle. Mark was gone for another business trip, leaving me alone with my thoughts and that growing heat between my legs that I couldn't ignore anymore.

He told me about the drive over, about the gym, about some annoyingly difficult client at work, about the ridiculous Atlanta summer heat. Neo listened. Or at least, he appeared to. His face was a perfect, unreadable mask. "So," Zachary said, finally pivoting. "You're taking good care of my girl, right?" I closed my eyes briefly. Neo looked at Zachary for a second. "She's my wife." The single word, "wife," landed in the silence of the sitting room with the heavy thud of something important. Zachary flinched, his jaw doing a tiny movement. "Right. Right, yeah. The arrangement."