Romans & histoires Did William Afton Kill His Wife

At the tone of Williams' voice, and the look on his face, Roman knew he was not going to like what he was about to hear. So he didn't even bother to utter a word. Instead, he raised a brow, waiting for Williams to complete what he wanted to say. “The key to killing you has been found, Rome. And it is buried inside of the woman you married.” Williams revealed, pausing for a moment when he observed Roman's countenance changed slightly. “Elena saw tragedy in your future, avoidable tragedy and she advised we act fast to avoid it. You are too important to the werewolf community, Rome, so the only way to avoid losing you is to eliminate your wife.”

But with the murderous glint look on his face, I obeyed him and headed upstairs. Alone in the bedroom, Axton sat on the bed, never taking his eyes off me. "Where were you heading to?" I shrugged, acting nonchalant. "Anywhere outside this pack." "Let me guess, your pack where you killed your husband and child?" I bristled but kept my emotions in check. I was never going to let myself break down in Axton's presence. "What does it matter to you?" A minute of silence passed between us. "I need you to tell me the truth. I want to understand what happened. You confessed to killing your husband and child. Why did you do it?"

When she saw my mother lying on the ground, still twitching and alive, a flash of impatience and cruelty crossed her face. She got back into the car. Then, she coldly used the car to run her over again and again. She did that until my mother’s body stopped moving completely. Some guests could not hold it in and started gagging. The way everyone looked at Olivia changed completely. Their eyes were filled with horror. “So, it was not an accident… It was murder!” “And she just slandered her like that… She’s shameless!” Olivia panicked completely. Her face was as pale as paper.

Jake packed the car in the parking lot and while they made their way up through the stairs to the entrance of their office, Charlie asked: “Do you think Joel Peters did it?” “I can’t seem to rule him out just yet.” Jake replied. “He loved her a lot, I don’t think he could have hurt her.” Charlie argued. “His love might have gotten a little obsessive, you can never tell.” Charlie nodded. There were one too many cases where husbands killed wives or lover kill their partners for some sick reason. Since the both of them weren’t in the mood to go see Harroway, they decided it was best to let William do the “dirty” job plus he had been at the office for quite a while during the time they spent on

Ashcroft said, his brow furrowing in perfectly feigned sympathy. Of course I had. My twenty-year marriage had imploded, my husband was financing another family with our money, and I had been physically shoved on my own front porch. Any human being with a pulse would have experienced distress. But Ashcroft wasn't describing reality. He was systematically building doubt. Then, he mentioned Ethan. Carefully. Without making any outright, actionable allegations. "There have been documented occasions late at night in which unrelated individuals have been present in the marital residence during these emotionally volatile circumstances."

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

“If you insist that these speculations are wrong, I’ll give you one chance to prove it.” After that, I threw my gun before them. “Kill the traitor.” The traitor kept struggling violently. Wendy was so scared that her hands shook as she picked up the gun. However, she did not take aim for a long time. The men around us were growing more impatient and displeased. David and Victoria became anxious and snatched the gun from her. They were going to kill the traitor on her behalf. “No!” Wendy instinctively pushed them away. The moment she yelled, she knew that she had made a mistake.

While photos were taken . “They did not find anything”, Ian said to himself. “what?” William asked. “There were no strangers’ fingerprints. The report said.” Ian and William went through the vents they’d read about in the report. It was late in the afternoon hours when someone entered from the kitchen door and shot the husband instantly killing him. The wife in panic probably wanted to escape but the attackers caught her. Then she’d been pummeled to death. Her body was seen in the living room. Maybe run towards the front door. But alas! Death had a grab on her.

"And that's why hurting you will make a difference." I try to process what he's saying, but my mind is spinning with fear and confusion. "Anthony's father had my wife and son killed," Atwell continues, his words chilling me to the bone. "Do you really think I could have a better revenge? Don Giovanni's wife is dead, and you're the closest thing to a wife in that family." My heart skips a beat at the horror I've just heard. "Wh... what?" I say, shaking my head. "I'm so sorry."Atwell's gaze flicks away momentarily, as though he's been touched by my words.

“My mother died in an accident and they—“ “Do you know the cause of the accident? Someone caused trouble in your mother’s car, the brakes failed and the car went into a ravine, the accident was never investigated for what caused it, and Evan never came to his wife’s grave, have you ever seen flowers there? I don’t think so, did you just find out about all this? Evan did that because your mother caught him making out with my wife in his office, and do you know why my wife and son died?” Billy said, William who was shocked to hear that almost couldn’t answer him. “Fire…” William said in a low voice.