The Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

When I arrived at the airport, she was supposed to pick me up,” Mr Ethel inquired. "I believe she's with the other neighbour," says the narrator. I saw her the day before yesterday. They were with the boss, and she did not return to the house afterward. “Perhaps you could check with them,” suggested the neighbour. Mr Ethel expressed his gratitude by saying, "Thank you." As he stepped down the stairs and onto the road in front of this house, he rubbed the pain in his shoulder away. He knew who his next-door neighbour was talking about. Hawaii and her next-door neighbour were close friends, and she spent her leisure time with her. He crossed the road and arrived at the house, where he began kn

The resentment from two lifetimes surged within me, and I could not help but taunt, "If you're so capable, Raymond Quinn, why don't you hire a housekeeper for her? I'm your wife, not your servant!" He gave me a disappointed look. "Minnie, why are you always targeting Vicky?" With that, he pushed open the door and walked straight to the apartment next door. I stood in the doorway as our other neighbor, Carol Weber, sidled up with raised eyebrows, her tone full of gossip. "Your man's gone to that pretty widow's place again? Tsk, tsk, a man and a woman alone in one place..." The thin walls of our apartment building provided terrible soundproofing. Our neighbors could hear everything happening o

And not even the perky breasts and round ass of the most beautiful woman on the planet can derail me from that. I smile. “Zefiro.” I make a point not to look at the woman again. “Have a good day.” Just as I turn to leave, the woman says hastily, “Would you care to join us for Thanksgiving tomorrow?” I stop walking. Very slowly, I turn around. It is clear her husband is displeased with her sudden request, but he tries to mask it with another smarmy smile. However, my eyes aren’t on him. They’re on his wife and her grey eye that sears into me. I know what she’s doing. If I say yes, Jaxon won’t touch her tonight. He won’t hit her, until after Thanksgiving.

As Fred was walking along a pavement, his eyes caught with what was going on right on the pavement across the street. What Fred saw was the most shocking and heart-stabbing thing in the world; His very own wife, Jayda, was holding a stranger man's face tightly and kissing the hell out of him with his hand on her waist and the other squeezing her ass.

Maybe things could be cleared up if we just talked it out. I slowly approached her. I was on guard because I didn't want her to pounce on me again, but I wasn't really afraid of her. She was so petite I could send her flying with a single punch. "Young lady, you must be mistaken. This family of three has been living here for many years. How can this palace belong to your husband?" Jinny's expression grew darker when she heard the next-door neighbor say that. "My husband brought this place for you, right? How dare you bring your family over here? Have you no shame?"

he asked, nodding toward the door upstairs. The woman looked at the door, then back at him. “They’re working people,” she said matter-of-factually. “They don’t show up until the weekend.” Damien’s jaw tightened, disappointment sinking into his expression. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice quieter now. She gave a sharp nod. “Why would I lie? I’m at my dying age, son. I’ve got no reason to make things up.” She leaned slightly on her cane and added, “I live just next door. I know when anyone comes or goes. And none of them are around here right now, and that’s on period.”

I inwardly groaned as I listened to a client. She was going on and on about her neighbor doing something to her, but when I did my research on the matter to see if there were even grounds to make this a real case, I found out that this lady was one of the infamous Karens I have heard so much about. I was about ready to bang my head against the desk when a soft knock sounded on my door and opened slightly to reveal my stunning wife poke her head through,

She mocks me rolling her eyes simultaneously. "No, I am not worried about my image, "I emphasize on the last word,"But Rain's, do you really think that your society will let her live at peace if they finds out that Nicholas Blackwood's wife is living next door?" I ask her on which she doesn't reply. "I am not letting you near her, get lost before I kill you."

Nick breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the bedside. The door was pushed open again, and the woman came up with food. "Come on. I put it here for you. I saw that your wife was in a bad condition, so I specially filled a bowl of porridge for her. You wake her up later and feed it to her. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. You can see it when you walk over... Then I'll go out. We're in the third room next door. If you need anything, call me!"

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