The Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂

💞 Gianna’s P.o.v💞 “Hey,it seems some new people have moved in next door” Jamal said as he looked through the window. I joined him to look,i saw two people, I think they are husband and wife. They were with their luggages,while the maids were helping them with somethings. “I pray they have daughters” Jamal said and i smacked his head. “Ouch” “Jammy,you are such man-whore” i said and he chuckled.

Wherever she wanted to go, he would go. He walked around the house, looking at the structure. It was a modern house but simple. There was a garden outside at the back. It was beautiful. The green vegetables were healthy. The red strawberries were tempting. He went in and picked a few before walking back inside. The old woman next door came to visit. She knocked, and a huge handsome man opened the door for her. “Who are you? I am looking for Jane,” she said, looking at the intruder “I am her husband,” he answered without batting an eye. He didn’t care about what Jane said but wanted to mark his territory.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Perhaps hearing our argument, the neighbors came out of their units. "Mason, what's going on? Who is this woman?" "Yeah! Do you need any help?" I looked at Mindy again and warned coldly, "I'm saying this one last time: let me go." Mindy said to my neighbors, "I'm his wife! This has nothing to do with you." "Wife? She’s claiming to be Mason's wife." I turned to look at Mindy's face. "You made me do this." After saying that, I told the neighbors who had rushed over, "This woman was indeed my wife. After we got married, she kept thinking about her male assistant and even kicked me out of our home so he could move in. What a good wife she was!"

If someone really shouted my name next door, I would have heard it even without recording it. I had to find out who was there. Even if Zach did come back from the dead, I would kill him all over again. I grabbed my crutch and, despite the stabbing pain in my leg, inched toward the door. The corridor outside was dark and narrow, crammed with the neighbors’ junk. It smelled of mold and rotting leftovers. I pressed my ear to the door while holding my breath, straining to catch any sound from the apartment across the hall. There was only silence. It was too quiet.

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

~~Kent~~ I’ve been in love with my neighbor’s wife. No—not just in love. Obsessed. Consumed. It’s only been two weeks since they moved into the house across from mine in Willow Creek, our quiet little town where nobody new ever shows up. People here grow old in the same house they were born in. Strangers don’t just move in. But when I saw her step out of that car, when I caught that first glimpse of her face, I knew.

"I'm Vanessa. I live next door. The blue house." I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans. "Aiden. Good to meet you." "Likewise." She let her eyes travel over the yard, the house, the blanket where Hope was gumming a teething ring. "I've been meaning to come over since I moved in. But you know how it is. Life gets busy." "Sure." She took a step closer, the kind of step that was probably meant to seem casual but felt intentional. "Your wife was out here last week. I waved, but she seemed in a hurry."

I demand, knowing he can’t answer. “Colt, baby… you still love me! I know you do!” Bellows my still naked wife. Honestly this is not her strongest argument and it isn't gonna help her the way she thinks it will. She really isn’t gaining any favors by flashing her flesh around the neighborhood. I can see her shivering in the cold, and yet I have no pity for her. And if I know our neighbors like I think I do, someone is taking a video of this whole fiasco and probably gonna upload it to our neighborhood group chat the moment I slam the door… Good for them. I guess it will give them something to talk about.