The Wife Next Door Episode 2

 

The Wife Next Door

Episode 2: Window Games

The thing about windows is — they were never meant to just let light in.

They were meant to let desire out.

It started with glances. Then became lingering stares.

Trevor wasn’t proud of it, but every morning, without fail, his eyes drifted to the house next door. Not out of curiosity anymore. Out of craving.
Alinah’s routine became his obsession. 6:45 a.m., she’d water the plants in nothing but a robe. 8:00 a.m., she’d open the windows upstairs — always just wide enough to be tempting, never wide enough to be accidental.

And the worst part?

She knew he was watching.

Nadine had no idea.

Or maybe she did. Women always knew. She just hadn’t found proof. Not yet.

She had started wearing tighter dresses around the house. Lipstick on weekends. Complimenting Trevor for no reason. As if she was competing with something — or someone — that she couldn’t quite name.

“You’ve been distant,” she said one night at dinner, pushing peas around her plate.

Trevor shrugged. “Work’s been crazy.”

“You used to talk to me about work.”

He sipped his water and avoided eye contact. “I still do.”

“Not the way you used to.”
A pause.
“Not since she moved in.”

He looked up. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean.”

Silence hung like a noose.

Trevor didn’t deny it. He didn’t confirm it either. But Nadine’s eyes were already forming a theory she couldn’t prove — not yet.

That night, she couldn’t sleep. And when she couldn’t sleep, she scrolled.

She found herself on Pinterest, searching things like “Signs your husband is cheating” and “How to rekindle intimacy.”

Then, after a few too many glasses of wine, she ordered something she never thought she would — a compact surveillance camera. Hidden inside a wall clock.

She justified it with one sentence: “I just want to know the truth.”

Meanwhile, across the fence, Alinah was playing her own game.

She started jogging at dawn — tight black leggings, sports bra, nipples pressing against fabric as if teasing the sun. She always stopped to stretch near the fence where Trevor could see her if he was awake.

And he was always awake.

“Morning, Trevor,” she said one day, not breathless at all.

“Morning,” he replied, voice dry.

“You run?”

“Used to.”

“You should join me sometime. It’s... a good way to release tension.”

Their eyes locked.

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered, adjusting his shorts.

She smirked. “I hope you do.”

That afternoon, Nadine’s package arrived. The camera-clock. She set it up quickly, nervously. Aimed it out their bedroom window, facing Alinah’s house. At first, it felt wrong. But when she saw Trevor step out that evening — shirtless, just to “get some air” — and Alinah step out of hers like it was perfectly timed…

She knew she wasn’t crazy.

The next morning, Nadine watched the footage.

At first, it was nothing. Just shadows, movement. Then — there. A pause. 10:13 p.m.

Alinah stood at her window. Wearing nothing.

She leaned against the glass, facing the Stone’s bedroom, slowly undoing her robe. Nadine’s jaw dropped.

“You sick bitch,” she whispered.

Alinah pressed her bare chest to the window, letting her hand glide down her stomach… between her thighs.

The footage lasted five minutes.

Nadine’s hand trembled as she reached to pause it. Her heart raced with rage and disbelief. This wasn’t seduction. This was warfare.

And she was losing.

Later that night, Nadine tried to act normal.

She made his favorite lamb curry. Wore the silk nightgown he loved. Touched his leg under the table. But Trevor was distant, distracted. Polite, but cold.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Fine.”

“You’re not sleeping with her, are you?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“The wife next door.”

“Nadine, come on—”

“Because I swear, if you are—”

“I’m not,” he said quickly. Too quickly.


She stood from the table. “Then stop acting like you are.”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he washed his plate and went to bed early. Left her alone at the table. Wine untouched. Candle still flickering.

At 11:30 p.m., Nadine sat alone, staring out the window. Watching Alinah.

She wasn’t undressing this time.

She was staring directly back.

Smiling.

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The night , when they went to bed with her husband, they had an intimate moment. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls, and the air was thick with anticipation. Nadine, in a silk nightgown that hugged her curves, approached Trevor with a mix of curiosity and desire.

She slid her hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, and pressed her lips to his neck, her breath hot against his ear. Trevor responded with a low groan, his hands finding their way to her hips, pulling her closer. They moved together in a slow, sensual dance, their bodies fitting perfectly.

Nadine's fingers traced the lines of his muscles, her touch both gentle and insistent. Trevor's hands roamed over her, exploring every curve, every softness. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, and for a moment, he was lost in the sensation.

But as Nadine deepened their kiss, Trevor's mind began to wander. His thoughts drifted to Alinah, to the way her body moved, to the way her eyes held a promise of something more. He imagined her standing in her window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of her bedroom light, her body a temptation he couldn't resist.

As Nadine's hands moved lower, Trevor's mind was no longer in the room. He was lost in a fantasy, his body responding to the image of Alinah, her touch, her kiss. He almost moaned her name, the sound caught in his throat, a mix of longing and guilt.

Nadine, sensing his distraction, pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. "Are you with me?" she whispered, her voice laced with concern and desire.

Trevor blinked, pulling himself back to the present, his body still aching with need. "I'm here," he murmured, his voice husky, as he pulled her close once more, determined to lose himself in the moment, even if his heart was elsewhere.

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Is Nadine becoming the hunter — or the prey?
And what does Alinah really want?

Stay tuned for Episode 3…
“Beneath Her Smile” — where secrets slip through smiles, and danger wears perfume.