After My Husband's First Love Died In An Avalanche Novels & Stories

She could not take another step. When the man saw her, his smile vanished. He was Zach Frank, her husband who was supposed to have been dead for twenty years. At that moment, Yvonne figured everything out. Before she could even demand an answer, an avalanche suddenly struck. Everyone died after they were swept under it. The last thing Zach said was, “I’ve repaid all your favors with my life. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t marry you. I’d rather meet her first.”

"I didn’t mean for her to die! It was those vile men who hurt her! I saw the knife in Zack’s hand! He really wanted to kill me! You promised to protect me for a lifetime!" My pleas only seemed to fuel his sadistic delight. He poured meat broth over my body, taunting the frenzied dogs. "Janice, you brought this on yourself. Go to the afterlife and apologize to Wynne in person!" The scent of the broth drove the dogs into a frenzy. They lunged at me with renewed ferocity, and I felt my life slipping away, consumed by excruciating pain. Eight years of love and a wedding vow to stay together through life and death. Yet Michael pushed me into the depths of despair only three years after our marri

I just hadn't made up my mind before tragedy struck. "I did love you, I really did. I just... I was trying to repay a debt. I thought Lucy was the one who saved me twice. I was going to marry you—we'd set the date and everything. How could you just die?" But that doesn't make up for anything, Henry. I had a loving family, caring parents, passionate interests—my life was rich and fulfilling. And because of you, all of that, including my life itself, vanished. What meaning does your love have for me now?

He probably overheard one of my conversations with my counselor. "I can explain everything. Let's go home and talk about it." I pleaded with him and looked at his feet. He stood on the sidelines. It has been raining recently and the ground is wet. I was worried he would slip and fall. All I could think about was to take him to a safe place. "I'm sorry .." My husband did not serve his sentence because the ground collapsed. A mud and a rock parted and collapsed on the cliff carrying the love of my life with them. I moved and jumped down the cliff being careful not to cause more landslides.

’ I ask. ‘Only werewolves have mates. Humans have husbands. I had a husband: it was love at first sight. His name was Derrick. We were married a few weeks after meeting and had our girls not long after. When they were two, he died in a mining accident. The mine collapsed and killed him and twenty other men,’ Vivian says, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. ‘Oh. I'm so sorry,’ I say, watching her dab her eyes.

My emotions were too raw, too overwhelming to deal with right now. I couldn’t accept that this marriage—this love that I had fought so hard for—would end in the same tragedy as my last. The thought alone was unbearable. A cruel twist of fate that I wasn’t prepared to handle. I needed to get away, to figure out what to do next.

Get down, right now. "No, Caspar. I don't want to live without you," I murmured with tears in my eyes."I love you, my beloved husband." I dropped the phone and jumped down, my body felt light as I closed my eyes. It was going to be a painful death, however I'm happy that I prevented myself from dying every minute of my life by seeing Caspar loving another woman. CRASH

Everything was going fine until a few weeks ago when they had their little accident. She woke up one day and found out that her husband passed away in a car crash. It was a horrible accident, he lost control of the wheel while driving, it wasn’t his fault and it didn’t affect their marriage at all. She was sad and angry that this happened, but what hurt her the most was that she wouldn’t have a chance to tell Max that she loves him for years now. Sophie was so scared that if she told him that she loved him, that she would lose him.

They must have declared me dead if they could. I couldn't eat and drink properly. I had lost some weight. I stayed indoors, staring out of the window. Sometimes, I spent the entire day in bed, just staring out, waiting for this ache to go in my chest. It was getting worse with every passing day. I didn't talk to local villagers. They must be curious about me but I wasn't feeling like the person I used to be. First love is last love. I don't believe this. And it's not particularly true but in my life it was true. My husband is my first love. And last too.

"Not even seven months later I was walking down the aisle towards this other man. He was kind, loving, funny, and didn't have much of a sexual appetite. He had a lot of health issues because of his old age and I just happened to really fall in love with him. He wasn't looking for anything serious, just companionship and after all of the pain, he was that breath of fresh air. We were together for seven years and the one night where I decided to spoil him with a blow job, he had a heart attack and died. I was honestly really embarrassed and heartbroken about it and just let people assume whatever. That was the second time in my life I had gotten my heart broken so I swore that I'd never love a