The Couple Next Door Ending Novels & Stories

He continues. A beat. Two. Then— “...Or how long you live in it.” The air in the room shifts just slightly like someone cracked a window to Antarctica open. But I say nothing. I just nod again, slower this time. “Understood.” “Good,” he says. Then closes the file and turns back to whatever the hell it is men like him do when they’re not terrifying new hires. “You’re dismissed.” Dismissed like a damn soldier. But whatever. I stand before moving to the door. My fingers curl around the knob, but I glance back once before opening it.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause followed once more. But they weren’t done. Rising from the dip, they transitioned into a final spin. Mrs Claire twirled outwards, her gown catching the light, before returning to her husband, where they struck their last pose, her head resting lightly against his shoulder, his chin tilted proudly upward, with both smiling as if the world outside of them didn’t exist. The music faded right instantly, and the hall filled with thunderous applause. People rose to their feet, clapping, cheering, and whistling in delight, the couple bowing slightly before stepping off the stage hand in hand.

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

The married couple smiled and left the closed-door behind them to continue with their day. Outside of the store, Annabelle and Dominik awkwardly stood there, looked at each other, and said at the same time. "What was that?"

He enters into the building and heads straight for the main bar, not paying attention to the five people situated at different corners. He orders for his favourite drbink and perches at the centre stool, directly facing the bottle of wine displayed above the bartender. Ryan allows his thoughts to stray to his dilemma between Stephanie and Lisa. His mind is an endless turmoil of confusion on how to tell his wife that he kissed the next door neighbor. To him, it sounds like a poorly scripted high school drama and he can't help but chuckle bitterly.

Then her phone rang, the screen flashing "Honey" "Go on, answer it," I said coldly. "Put it on the speaker. Let's hear how Nathan spins this." ... Carrie smirked, hitting the speaker and bursting into tears. "Honey, come over! Some crazy woman says I'm not your wife and wants to kick me out." Nathan's voice roared through. "Who is this reckless person? Don't worry. I'm on my way." So, in their minds, I was a crazy woman.

"Clara is my Donna. You and I are friends. We will never marry. Now get out. Immediately." Elena’s face drained of color. She tried to speak again, but Luca’s men were already dragging her away. Luca no longer spared her a glance. He crushed the divorce agreement into a tight ball, left the gala early, and drove straight to Zoe’s place. The moment he saw Zoe, he demanded urgently, "Where's Clara? Where did she go? And why would she suddenly divorce me? Who did she run off with?" Zoe looked at him and sighed. "Luca, Clara has always loved you. She didn’t run off with anyone. Wasn’t that divorce agreement something you agreed on three years ago? It’s expired now. Of course, she would leave."

"Do you really mean it?" "Absolutely. I love Arielle." My words came out resolute, without a moment's hesitation. "Besides, we're close in age. We're a good match for marriage." Hearing that, Arielle's mother finally let it go. And Arielle? When she heard she was going to marry me, she was overjoyed. "Great! Now I can sleep with Neil every single day." But what I never saw coming happened a few days later. Several police officers showed up at the door and took Arielle's mother away.

Gavin and I wrapped up the divorce quickly, but the moment I returned home, a cold jolt shot through me. Where our wedding photo used to sit, proud and centered in the living room, there was now a photo of Gavin and Natasha. In it, they were all over each other like they'd been together forever. Even the bedroom wasn't mine anymore. Her stuff was everywhere, spilling across every surface, while my clothes and makeup had been tossed into a corner like they didn't matter.

Please help. How was it guys? Next part is full of them both together... only a day and wedding will happen... what will she do now? Keep voting and commenting to know more. Love you all. XOXO.