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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.

I closed my eyes while I let my lips touch her lips. I miss you so much wife. Exactly when I removed my lips from hers and her eyes opened. "Dinner is ready my wife." I said in a sweet tone. She just stares at me with no emotion. I just let a sighed. She is still cold towards me. I miss you wife. When can we go back to how we used to be? We went down quietly. She went straight to the dining area. She gave Manang a sweet smile and greeted her. She even invited her to join us for dinner.

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 😂

Even though I never knew my grandparents, the Johnsons next door made me feel like I didn’t miss out on anything, but nothing ever lasts… especially the good things. I remember looking out of my bedroom window one day and seeing Mrs. Johnson, thin, pale, and bald as Mr. Johnson wheeled her out one morning to enjoy the sun. I remember thinking about how much she looked like a skeleton from the cartoons. She died the next day… Mr. Johnson soon followed her. He loved his wife too much to keep on living without her. I don’t like to think about those days. I much rather think about the wooden ponies and blackberries.

~~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.

The first offered him a warm, polite smile, while the other’s eyes widened in open admiration, before she very noticeably let her gaze travel over him with interest. "Hello," the first woman greeted, smiling cordially. " We are your neighbors. We brought you a small welcoming gift." She offered him a tray with neatly arranged slices of cake. Sean looked down at the tray with a neutral expression. The other woman immediately took the tray from her and held it out for him. "I am Miah. She is Mila," the woman introduced, smiling far too sweetly. "It's nice to meet you." Mila said, pulling his attention towards her, "My husband told me about your arrival, and I was so happy to hear it. We’ve nev

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

“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.

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

But when I opened the door, it wasn't my wife standing there. It was Ramona Lincoln, my wife's best friend. She wore a tight black bodycon dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts strained against the fabric, full and round, impossible to ignore. The hem barely grazed her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs on full display—sheer black stockings giving way to a teasing glimpse of bare skin at the top. I stood there, stunned. My body reacted instantly. I'd been expecting my wife, so I'd answered the door in nothing but loose shorts. The tent I was pitching was unmistakably obvious.