Neighbors Hot Wife Novels & Stories

I opened it and saw that an unknown number had sent me a couple of videos via WhatsApp. To my surprise, they were footage captured by a home surveillance camera. In the video, Ethan happily hugged Grace. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do.” Grace laughed as she snuggled into his arms and said, “If you have to do everything yourself, why would you even need a wife?” “Exactly! She’s never happy. Even when I’m just eating, she tells me not to chew so loudly.”

He said. “Adjourned.” I dismissed the conversation. ‘Good afternoon Mj, did you ate your lunch? I’m going to the club tonight, wanna hang out? Let’s have a little fun.” – My wife. I really hate that man, she really loves him. I will watch you, no one could dance, talk or touch my wife. “Yeah I do, send me the location and I’ll be there.” – sent. ‘Great! I can’t wait to see you.’ – My wife.

he muttered quietly before turning his attention back to the call. Even from where I stood, I could hear his wife shouting through the speaker. "Well, I just saw Rita, and she's moving into the building! She's going to be living downstairs!" Jonathan quickly pulled the phone away from his ear. I almost laughed. His wife had quite a voice. He frowned for a moment before a look of realization crossed his face. Then he slowly brought the phone back to his ear. "Wait." He blinked. "Did you call me because of that?"

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 nodded but the frown on his face didn't disappear and that's when I realized he was giving me looks because I was having an unconscious girl in my arms. "She is ill," I said to which he again nodded. "Your girlfriend?" he asked suspiciously. "My wife," I said. I don't know why I said that but it felt too good when I said the two words, 'MY WIFE'. That uncle smiled at me after that and said, "I am Nicholas Wilson. I live on the fourth floor. Do come to meet me whenever you are free. I will be glad to know about my new neighbour." "Sure sir," I said smiling and the lift stopped on the fourth floor. He got out of the lift and waved a bye to me while going towards his penthouse.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

She was about to turn her phone off and dump it to a corner when her phone started buzzing furiously with comments from the other tenants. *My kid now tells me the butt naked lady is my hero, he’s only five for goodness’ sake.* *My husband prefers to spend his weekend by the window these days. I just noticed Gia swims on Sundays.* *She needs to buy more public friendly clothes!* *Gia dear, I’m a pornographer, just a dm away.* Gia's brows knitted together as her nose flared in white-hot rage. She jumped out of bed and didn't realize it when she grabbed a hammer from the slightly open toolbox placed near the storeroom.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

Didn't expect Talia to drop a bomb like that on our anniversary. I slammed the door and tore off, pedal down, straight to Cresthaven Hotel. "Call Talia Sweeney down. I need her." The receptionist didn't even look up. She pointed to the side. "Fill out a form if you're here for business. Ms. Sweeney isn't seeing anyone right now." "I'm her husband. Tell her to come down. Five minutes." That got her attention.