The Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

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

“We’re building it together. One step at a time. Wedding first… then everything else.” She smiled gently. “You’re going to be an amazing husband.” “And you,” he whispered, kissing her softly, “are already an amazing partner… and you’ll be the most incredible mother.” She leaned into him, peaceful and safe. Inside, they could hear Vicky yelling from the bathroom: “DON’T MAKE BIG LIFE PROMISES WITHOUT ME PRESENT!” They both laughed.

But soon she will have a new relation in her life with nuptial chain on her neck and vermillion on her forehead making her turn into a married woman and be called as 'Wife' his wife. Her trance and bubbles of thought broke when she heard a hustle bustle sound from outside. She stepped out of her room closing the door slowly as Farha hates her sleep getting disturbed. She looked around she saw her mother, father, uncle, aunt, cousin brother's running here and there seeing the decoration. A smile crept on her face and soon it turned into a sad teary smile as she realized this is the first and last day after so many years seeing them together.

As always. I remembered my reaction when I received a call that my husband was now married. I was okay with being the distant wife. No, I was better. I was the mysterious wife, the one who had the whole world wrapped around her finger. But the day I found out that he had married another woman, that was the day I decided to make his life a living hell. I had to move fast, which was why I bought the house next door to theirs. I wanted to be a thorn in their perfect little love story.

The phone buzzed again and another message came in. My wife gasped. "What?" I asked. She held the phone up closer to her face, and I saw as her fingers dragged the photo into zoom. She thrust the phone into my hand. "OH MY GOD! Isn't that?" She turned her head to look at the wall of our apartment, or more specifically, to the space beyond the wall. "Oh, fuck. . .I think it is." The man was immediately recognizable. He was a ruggedly attractive salt-and-pepper gent whom we'd seen plenty of times over the past year because, as it turned out, he was the neighbor who had moved in next door to us just twelve months prior.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother. 'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought. "Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door." Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates." "Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Though she doesn't know where she’s going, when she remembered that her husband had hung up on her just because she asked for a new phone, she decided to get it herself. The money she received from that strange man was remaining. Linda switched off the television and left the house. Just as she was about to walk out of the pathway, she heard a sound coming from the Nextdoor, which surprised her. She knew that the house next door had been unoccupied for a long time, so she was really surprised to find out that there was someone staying there. She stood still as she waited to see the face of her new neighbor, but when he showed his face, she was speechless.

Lesley was 5'5", with fair skin, striking features, and an excellent figure that often drew attention when she stepped into the elevator. Even when dressed conservatively, her figure had a certain allure that caught the eye. She had the kind of grace and charm that a married woman exuded, a contrast to the energy of a single woman. Women always have plenty to talk about, while men tend to bond over work-related discussions. So, my wife and I often hung out with them. One day, I was in Joe's kitchen, flipping a spatula as I prepared a dish from my hometown. The dish needed more salt, so Joe went downstairs to buy some. "Honey, I'm back. What are you making today?" A cheerful voice called from