A Killer's Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

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?”

he said playfully, walking towards Journey. I loved them both; I couldn’t imagine losing any of them. “The fuck, why don’t you unlock these handcuffs, and I’ll show you how real men solve these issues?” I provoked him. “Why should I? I mean, it’s obvious; you’re a trained killer,” he said, turning his attention to my wife, who, for some weird reasons, started struggling. “Wait, you didn’t realise your husband is the criminal I told you about, the one who killed Mr. Thompson, his own father.”

"K-killiαn. I-I don't know whαt you're tαlking αbout." I sighed. "Still trying to deny it? Drugging your mαrried humαn mαte, luring him to sleep with you, recording it αnd sending it to his lovely pregnαnt wife so she could leαve him for you? I see..." She trembled. "Or whαt αbout when you plαnned αn αccident to kill her just so you could hαve him αll for yourself?" "Ki-killiαn—"

The woman was standing straight with her head bowed down. “Oh, sorry! I forgot my manners,” Sean then placed an arm over Maxine’s shoulders and pulled her closer. “Stepmother dear, meet Maxine Winther. My wife and Scott’s killer.” The woman next to him felt small. ‘How many times has he called me a killer in the past hours? I swear to God I don’t even know who Scott Hartmann is.’ “You’re wife? Last time I checked, you were single. You even declined Danielle’s invitation for dinner. And now you have a wife? You’re married?”

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

Who would have thought that all these would happen, things that were so complicated that he needed a partner, and Nathe had showed him just how helpful a partner was. Remembering Nathe, he rushed into the house and grabbed his shirt from the couch. The assassin that killed Nathe’s wife, was the one running around in Ohio; he knew that. He needed to look into Nathe, maybe that might give him clues why assassins were after his wife and not after him. In most cases, wives of men were always murdered to force the man to obey or carry out a duty. It was one bloody tactic used by terrorist, kidnappers and all kinds of criminals.

her mother. ^^^***^^^^ Who do you think is the killer?

“Did the drunk driver get convicted?” I shook my head. “Lydia, Hugh’s been acquitted.” “Hugh? Hugh’s the one who killed Luther? Meg’s the idiot who’s representing Hugh, isn’t she? “Goodness, Meg! You’re an ingrate! If I knew you’d turn out like this one day, I would’ve killed you the moment you were born!” Lydia was extremely furious. She turned around and saw that Meg was dumbfounded. Lydia was furious as she kicked Meg. Meg pressed her hand against the part where Lydia kicked her. Her face was twisted in pain.