The Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I wondered who it was she had been expecting when she knocked on the door of a neighbor she didn't know. "I thought a single lady with three boys lived here." She said after clearing her throat. "She is the one I used to see walking out of this place." Oh! I found it fascinating that our neighbors was watching us or it was possible that she was the only one doing that. Every street has their own busybody who kept their lives going on by monitoring that of others. I wasn't surprised that a person like this was also in the human world. I smiled as I realized that she was still waiting for my response. "That is my wife and there is nothing single about her."

It was softly said, with a sexual tone. I was brushing my teeth, watching her from inside the bathroom door. I had no view of the window, or Bob. She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him. "Well Tim." she said. "Our neighbor is flashing his big piece of meat at your wife again." She chuckled, absurdly. I almost dropped my brush, and spoke with a mouth full of toothpaste, "You're joking."

I then watch Caleb as he straightens his posture before jogging down the steps, ambling towards me. The background ambiance of shouts and hurled insults — which I assume are being thrown — remains muffled and incoherent to my ears. It reminds me of my neighbors back home. A young wife and husband from next door. They were kind to us, but to each other? That was a different story. They always threw fights and threatening to leave each other. Sometimes lasting until the early morning, and sometimes their screams were replaced with other noises, which I'd rather not speak of, let alone think about. It was god awful. However, they always found a resolution at the end of it all, but by the sounds

“Reliable, huh? I’ll take it.” We talked for a while about nothing important. How the power company always took forever. How Mike hated flying in bad weather. How she’d been binge-watching some true crime show before the lights died. The candlelight made her face softer, shadows flickering across her collarbones every time she laughed. I’d lived next door to them for almost two years and never really let myself look at her like this. Married woman, off limits, simple rule. But tonight the rule felt far away.

Minnie and Emmeline immediately got up from the couch. Their laughter instantly died down as they turned toward the entryway. Emmeline quickly smoothed down her skirt with her palms in an attempt to regain some composure. She could feel her cheeks were still flushed from laughing. “Welcome back, honey.” She beamed like a good and happy wife at Richard. “This is Mrs. Kim from next door.” She hurriedly introduced with her gaze zeroing in on Minnie with a polite, tight-lipped smile.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

She misdialed the number several times. “Please, please come quickly. Something is very wrong with my husband.” After the call ended, Olivia collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed by a wave of dread. “Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” The doctor called several times before Olivia finally turned her head. Her expression was blank and dazed.

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.

However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath.