The Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

The sounds from the next room grew louder and louder. There were the unmistakable sounds of a woman's moans and a man's rhythmic grunts. The noise disturbed the serene, peaceful night. I couldn't knock on the door to stop them, though. After all, it was my mother-in-law and her new boyfriend causing the commotion. My name is Jenna Cross. My husband, Chester Dalton, and I had only gotten married three years ago. Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman.

“It was his ex-wife.” My best friends both gasp. “Oh my God!” “What is she doing bothering you?” Annie demands. “Telling me to stay away from her husband.” Lily coughs. “They’re not even married!” “That’s what I tried to tell her.” Annie growls into the phone. “Fucking bitch. Thinks she can just waltz into your house and declare she’s the boss of you!” I laugh. “She said she’s going to get him back.”

Before the three could go inside, they heard a noise next door and a group of neighbors came out to see what was going on. "What happened?" Rose couldn't help but ask. Leona was also a little curious, if she wasn't pregnant she would have wanted to come see it. Daniel smiled without saying anything. Of course he knew what had happened. But he couldn't say it now. At that moment there was a sharp female voice from next door. "You get out, get out! This is my house! You can't take my house! Honey, come here and tell them that this house belongs to us! It doesn't belong to anyone else!"

What the hell happened here? This is my fiancé's apartment. I demanded loudly, "What happened here?" My voice echoed with frustration. An older woman cautiously approached me. She introduced herself, saying, "Hello, Mr. — I'm Miss Sophia, your fiancé's neighbor from next door. I was just informing the police that I saw a tall, muscular man taking her away, accompanied by that troublemaker John," she explained clearly, her tone conveying concern and urgency.

She could feel her heart thrumming against her ribs. He did not move away immediately, as he seemed to be thinking about something. Then the front door downstairs opened with violent force, the sound echoed in the house like a gunshot. Valeria flinched, but Ivan did not, he stayed calm. His jaw tightened. A woman’s voice rose from below, sharp and unapologetic. “Ivan! I know you’re here!” Valeria went still. “Your wife?" Ivan’s hands were still at her waist, he recognized the voice as Aliyah's.

To Amara, it felt like a reminder of her role. “Smile,” he murmured under his breath. “They’re watching.” She did as instructed. Introductions followed quickly. “This is my wife, Amara.” The word wife landed differently each time. Some guests smiled with polite approval. Others studied her closely, curiosity sharp behind their eyes. “So young,” one woman whispered. “Unexpected,” another replied. Amara kept her head high, even as her chest tightened. They were seated at the head of the table. Across from them sat Selene Grant, calm and elegant in a pale dress, her attention focused almost entirely on Lucas. She acknowledged Amara with a brief glance before returning her gaze to him.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

Inside her own house, her mom was on the phone, pacing the kitchen, laptop open, heels kicked off. “I know,” her mom was saying tiredly. “Yes. I’ll be there Monday.” Ruby sighed. Business trip again. After a quick dinner alone, she retreated to her room. An hour later, she realized she’d left her charger downstairs. With a groan, she padded back down, passing the front window. That’s when she saw it. Next door. Lights flicked on in the Kingston house. One by one. Not bright. Not welcoming. Just… functional. And then she saw him.

She ignored Nikolai and walked past him, determined not to give a care. "What good news have you received, Aubrey, that you have been smiling a lot?" You can lie with words. However, she couldn't hide that hint of redness on her cheek. Liam's nanny was blushing so hard, like a young teenager. The woman in her late 20s moved closer and whispered, "The man who just moved right next door? Oh, Belle. You have got to see. I call dibs on him, okay?" "What?" Belle raised her eyebrow suspiciously. So, there's a new guy on their floor. "Wait, did you say next door? There's no vacancy right now, right?"

"Of course she has a strong relationship than us. Didn't you hear what the people next door were talking about? This woman came to the company with the President." "President? It can't be, right? Didn't our President get married not too long ago? Could it be that this woman is Mrs. Grafton?" "Impossible!" When Kevin led Emma to visit her new office, the group of people outside the door had already started gossiping. They vaguely felt that this woman's background was not simple. In addition, Kevin was also friendly to her, so everyone naturally did not dare to make things difficult for her. Emma sat on her office chair and looked to the side. Her field of vision was very good, and she could s