Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

Emma had become the undisputed protagonist of today's dinner because she was President Archie's ex-wife. Although the word 'ex-wife' was not glorious no matter where it was, as Archie's ex-wife, the weight was not to be trifled with. Even if she was too angry and abandoned, she had at least been entangled with that noble and unparalleled man. Many women sharpened their heads and removed their reservations. They might not even be able to get a proper look from Archie.

I opened it and saw that an unknown number had sent me a couple of videos via WhatsApp. To my surprise, they were footage captured by a home surveillance camera. In the video, Ethan happily hugged Grace. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do.” Grace laughed as she snuggled into his arms and said, “If you have to do everything yourself, why would you even need a wife?” “Exactly! She’s never happy. Even when I’m just eating, she tells me not to chew so loudly.”

The neighbor, who had recently returned from another settlement, was utterly bewildered. "I don't even know who this Charlie is," he said, exasperated. Convinced I was hiding inside, the men barged past him, shoving their way into his home. The neighbor tried to stop them, but it was too late. "You people are unbelievable," he muttered. "You don't even know where your own friend lives, and now you're making a scene? Her husband's dead, for heaven's sake. The last time I saw her, she was dealing with a bunch of wedding stuff. Poor woman. She seemed really heartbroken, sorting through all those albums and wedding photos. You could tell how much she loved her husband. What a pity."

"I just came out of the restroom. I didn't see you and thought maybe you'd gone to start the car. Who's this, someone we know?" I managed a smile, glancing at the nurse. Sean did not pick up on my panic, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. "No, not really. I just had a question about health insurance. Come on, honey, I've got our room all set up. It's C-section time this afternoon! "Oh, and guess what? Our neighbor Rowena is right next door. You two might end up having your babies together!"

Did they not live here anymore? I glanced around and noticed a middle-aged woman staring at me from the house next door. Did she consider me a trespasser? “Hello! Has the Hemmingway family gone somewhere?” I asked her, taking a step or two in her direction. She nodded. “Yes, they’ve gone to Agapi Events on the next block for their son’s wedding.” A gasp of horror escaped my lips as I tried my best to hold back an expletive. “Whose wedding? Josh’s?”

“All of you, get out! “Let me tell you something. I might have a limp, but I’m a veteran who crawled through gunfire to survive. I’m not some pushover.” Wayne was intimidated by my gaze. He froze in place, not daring to step forward. Aiden was so frightened that he hid behind Wallace and sobbed. The commotion alerted the neighbors. Several households opened their doors and poked their heads out. They started pointing and murmuring among each other. “Isn’t that Alvin’s house? What’s all the noise about?” “Who are those people? That woman looks kind of familiar.” “She looks like Alvin’s wife. I heard that she passed away young.”

I didn't move a muscle, but my eyes went wide. One, someone had indeed responded to his summons. Two, they were going at it in my living room (meaning if I'd taken two more steps, I would have outed my presence to them). Three, I knew that voice. It was my next-door neighbour Joan Wallace. She was married. She had three young kids and She'd turned thirty-five two weeks ago. I'd helped organize the neighbourhood surprise party for her. "Tell me how much you love my cock," Henry ordered, using an authoritative tone I'd never before heard from him... but it did match the cockiness of his two texts.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”