The Wife Next Door – Episode 3
The Wife Next Door – Episode 3
A steamy new serial Novel
Episode 3: Beneath Her Smile
Some women flirt with words.
Others flirt with touch.
But the dangerous ones? They flirt with silence. With eye contact. With timing.
Alinah’s silence said more than any moan ever could.
The air in Clearwater Ridge was too still.
Nadine had stopped sleeping. Not fully — just enough to pretend she had. Her mind was spinning like a bad dream she couldn’t wake from. She replayed that footage in her head over and over again. Alinah at the window, touching herself, performing for someone she couldn’t see but knew was there.
Someone like… Trevor.
But when Nadine confronted him again, he stuck to the same story.
“She’s just our neighbor.”
She laughed bitterly. “She’s not just anything. She’s a goddamn mirror. She shows you what you want — and you love it.”
“That’s insane.”
“You watch her like she’s art,” she said, eyes wet. “And I’m the cracked frame you forgot to hang.”
Meanwhile, Alinah continued her performance.
She knocked on Nadine’s door that Saturday afternoon, as if nothing had ever happened.
Wearing white linen pants, a sleeveless top, no bra, and oversized gold hoops, she held a bottle of imported rosé and a smile as disarming as it was terrifying.
“Girls’ drink?” she offered. “You never came for that one-on-one I invited you to. I figured… I’d come to you.”
Nadine should’ve slammed the door. But instead… she stepped aside.
“Make yourself at home.”
They sat on the patio. Two wives. Two glasses of pink wine. One battlefield.
Alinah crossed her legs slowly, letting the sunlight bounce off her oiled thighs.
“This place is so peaceful,” she purred. “It’s like... all the secrets here are politely buried.”
Nadine kept her face neutral. “Some secrets don’t stay buried.”
Alinah tilted her head. “That sounds like something a woman says when she knows her man’s lying.”
A pause. Nadine’s grip tightened on the stem of her wine glass.
“Tell me something, Alinah,” Nadine said coolly. “Why’d you really move here?”
Alinah sipped. “Honestly? I needed a reset. New environment. Fresh air. Fewer… complications.”
“Like married men?”
Alinah laughed. “Oh sweetheart… If a married man flirts with me, that’s between him and his broken vows.”
There was a flash in her eyes. Playful. Vicious.
That night, Trevor came home late.
He found Nadine seated at the dining table, laptop open, a single frozen frame paused on the screen: Alinah, half-naked at the window.
“What’s that?” he asked, frozen.
“Evidence.”
“You went through her house?”
“I put a camera in our window.”
Trevor shook his head. “Jesus, Nadine.”
“Don’t you dare make me the villain.”
He looked at the screen again. Jaw tight.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked softly. “Watching her? Knowing she wanted you?”
Silence.
“You want her, don’t you?”
Trevor exhaled, slow. “I didn’t mean to.”
“But you do.”
Another pause.
“She’s not what you think,” he said finally.
“Oh, I know,” Nadine whispered. “She’s worse.”
Later that night, Alinah sat in her dimly lit living room, watching old footage on her laptop.
Trevor shirtless. Trevor glancing her way. Trevor adjusting his pants while pretending not to look. She zoomed in on one frame, lips parting slowly.
“So easy,” she whispered.
Suddenly, a door opened behind her.
Her husband, Banele, emerged from the shadows. Quiet. Watchful.
“You’re playing with fire again,” he said coldly.
She didn’t flinch. “Fire’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.”
“We left Cape Town because of your last little game.”
She turned slowly to him. “That wasn’t a game, Banele. That was… revenge.”
“Don’t let it happen again.”
She stood, facing him. “Or what?”
He didn’t answer. But the tension between them was thick. The kind that spoke of secrets deeper than any affair.
Meanwhile, Nadine was texting someone she never thought she’d contact again: her old university roommate, Zoe, now a private investigator.
Need a favor. Big one. Dangerous.
Can you come tomorrow?
Zoe replied within seconds.
On my way.
Across the fence, Alinah stood in her window again. This time, her robe was wide open. But not for Trevor.
For Nadine.
She blew a slow, mocking kiss.
Smiled.
Then shut the blinds.
Did this episode twist the knife deeper?
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What history is Alinah hiding?
Who is Banele, really?
And what happens when a loyal wife stops playing fair?
Stay tuned for Episode 4…
“The First Touch” — Where lines blur, and no one stays innocent
A steamy new serial Novel Episode 3: Beneath Her Smile
Some women flirt with words.
Others flirt with touch.
But the dangerous ones? They flirt with silence. With eye contact. With timing.
Alinah’s silence said more than any moan ever could.
The air in Clearwater Ridge was too still.
Nadine had stopped sleeping. Not fully — just enough to pretend she had. Her mind was spinning like a bad dream she couldn’t wake from. She replayed that footage in her head over and over again. Alinah at the window, touching herself, performing for someone she couldn’t see but knew was there.
Someone like… Trevor.
But when Nadine confronted him again, he stuck to the same story.
“She’s just our neighbor.”
She laughed bitterly. “She’s not just anything. She’s a goddamn mirror. She shows you what you want — and you love it.”
“That’s insane.”
“You watch her like she’s art,” she said, eyes wet. “And I’m the cracked frame you forgot to hang.”
Meanwhile, Alinah continued her performance.
She knocked on Nadine’s door that Saturday afternoon, as if nothing had ever happened.
Wearing white linen pants, a sleeveless top, no bra, and oversized gold hoops, she held a bottle of imported rosé and a smile as disarming as it was terrifying.
“Girls’ drink?” she offered. “You never came for that one-on-one I invited you to. I figured… I’d come to you.”
Nadine should’ve slammed the door. But instead… she stepped aside.
“Make yourself at home.”
They sat on the patio. Two wives. Two glasses of pink wine. One battlefield.
Alinah crossed her legs slowly, letting the sunlight bounce off her oiled thighs.
“This place is so peaceful,” she purred. “It’s like... all the secrets here are politely buried.”
Nadine kept her face neutral. “Some secrets don’t stay buried.”
Alinah tilted her head. “That sounds like something a woman says when she knows her man’s lying.”
A pause. Nadine’s grip tightened on the stem of her wine glass.
“Tell me something, Alinah,” Nadine said coolly. “Why’d you really move here?”
Alinah sipped. “Honestly? I needed a reset. New environment. Fresh air. Fewer… complications.”
“Like married men?”
Alinah laughed. “Oh sweetheart… If a married man flirts with me, that’s between him and his broken vows.”
There was a flash in her eyes. Playful. Vicious.
That night, Trevor came home late.
He found Nadine seated at the dining table, laptop open, a single frozen frame paused on the screen: Alinah, half-naked at the window.
“What’s that?” he asked, frozen.
“Evidence.”
“You went through her house?”
“I put a camera in our window.”
Trevor shook his head. “Jesus, Nadine.”
“Don’t you dare make me the villain.”
He looked at the screen again. Jaw tight.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked softly. “Watching her? Knowing she wanted you?”
Silence.
“You want her, don’t you?”
Trevor exhaled, slow. “I didn’t mean to.”
“But you do.”
Another pause.
“She’s not what you think,” he said finally.
“Oh, I know,” Nadine whispered. “She’s worse.”
Later that night, Alinah sat in her dimly lit living room, watching old footage on her laptop.
Trevor shirtless. Trevor glancing her way. Trevor adjusting his pants while pretending not to look. She zoomed in on one frame, lips parting slowly.
“So easy,” she whispered.
Suddenly, a door opened behind her.
Her husband, Banele, emerged from the shadows. Quiet. Watchful.
“You’re playing with fire again,” he said coldly.
She didn’t flinch. “Fire’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.”
“We left Cape Town because of your last little game.”
She turned slowly to him. “That wasn’t a game, Banele. That was… revenge.”
“Don’t let it happen again.”
She stood, facing him. “Or what?”
He didn’t answer. But the tension between them was thick. The kind that spoke of secrets deeper than any affair.
Meanwhile, Nadine was texting someone she never thought she’d contact again: her old university roommate, Zoe, now a private investigator.
Need a favor. Big one. Dangerous.
Can you come tomorrow?
Zoe replied within seconds.
On my way.
Across the fence, Alinah stood in her window again. This time, her robe was wide open. But not for Trevor.
For Nadine.
She blew a slow, mocking kiss.
Smiled.
Then shut the blinds.
Did this episode twist the knife deeper?
Like, comment, and share The Wife Next Door with your most drama-thirsty friends.
What history is Alinah hiding?
Who is Banele, really?
And what happens when a loyal wife stops playing fair?
Stay tuned for Episode 4…
“The First Touch” — Where lines blur, and no one stays innocent
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