The Kinky Housewife (The Wife Next Door #2)

"Sometimes a person has to have two faces. Like you."

Markus Keller comes home from a business trip earlier than planned.

With a bouquet of roses. A small red velvet box. And a hope he hasn’t allowed himself to feel in a very long time.

The debt is still there. The pressure hasn’t gone away. But for the first time in months, Markus begins to believe that maybe the worst is finally behind them. That he can still give his wife the life she deserves.

But Nadja is no longer the woman in their wedding photo on the Italian coast.

She wants to go back. She wants to undo what she has done to the man who still trusts her completely — with tenderness, with devotion, with her body. She wants to be the woman who once stood beside Markus and promised to stay with him through everything.

For a brief moment, Nadja almost believes she can.

But Markus is still Markus.

A husband who loves his wife — and never quite understands what she needs.

To Markus, love means enduring. One more contract. One more trip to Frankfurt. One more attempt to get their debt under control and reclaim the man he used to be. He sees the bills, the pressure, the future he desperately wants to give back to Nadja.

What he doesn’t see is his wife — left untouched. In their everyday life. During the long hours she spends alone. Even in their bed.

He has no idea that the very determination meant to save their marriage is pushing Nadja back toward the emptiness she had only just escaped.

And Karl Seifert is still there. Right behind the wall.

The old man waits patiently for the one thing Markus cannot give her. Because if Karl has anything in abundance, it is time.

And the hunger to fill that emptiness in his own way.

Then one lipstick stain — and one wrong conclusion — changes everything.

In the end, only the wall remains.

And it is far too thin.