~~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.
She wasn’t just beautiful—she was made for me.
Carved out of heaven only to be ruined by my hands.
Yes, she wore a ring. Yes, she smiled politely at the man beside her. Her husband. But it didn’t matter. I could smell her innocence, the untouched purity that clung to her like perfume. She might’ve been married, but in my mind she was still mine.
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