Did William Afton Kill His Wife Novels & Stories

I am the matriarch of Marquis Valebrook Manor, a woman who lives with unyielding pride and has never once bowed her head to a concubine. When I open my eyes again, I've become the neglected wife in a modern wealthy family, driven into depression by my scumbag husband and his mistress. When I expose their sordid affair, my scum of a husband, Joseph Cooke, sues me for "invasion of privacy". The judge orders me to issue a public apology for 15 days, and the entire internet eagerly waits to watch me become a laughingstock. Joseph smirks. "Apologize or spend the rest of your life behind bars!" The mistress, Naomi Baxter, sneers in provocation. "Times have changed, Brenda. In today's world, t

He stood about three meters in front of Bastian, staring at the man as if he were an annoying insect. "What do you mean by poisoning my wife until she left me, William?! You used your wealth to brainwash her, didn't you? You took advantage of our argument to move in and take my place!" Bastian accused, his trembling index finger pointed at William's face. William let out a short laugh, a sound that was profoundly demeaning. "I poisoned your wife? It’s truly pathetic to hear those words from a man who consciously threw his own wife into the hands of another depraved man. You call me a thief, yet you were the one who put Casandra on the gambling table until she nearly died!"

Anna screamed a haunting, chilling sound before going completely silent just as another shot rang out. Jaco retraced his steps, knelt over Willem and placed the muzzle on his forehead. "This is for my wife, you piece of shit!" he sneered before squeezing the trigger, bringing their tumultuous relationship to a bloody end. The following morning, Austin awakened to the horrible news of Willem and Anna's demise in a suspected farm attack. Gordon was only too happy to show him the news clip circulating online. "I guess it's karma for all that stuff with their daughter-in-law. Everyone's saying they did it—"

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

When Ashton had married me, she had immediately attached herself to an older man and had even gone abroad to have the man's child. She had ended up getting beaten every day. Unable to escape, she killed the man before killing herself. Ashton firmly believed that Jane had killed herself because of him. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there was a strange feeling in my abdomen. I was probably about to become a mother. Ashton would no longer be the only successor of the Byrds. I laughed softly, but there was no mirth in my eyes at all.

He didn't want it to be true. “ That's the problem Adams. We killed Martin, his eldest son and his daughter with our hands, but his younger son and his wife...We didn't see their bodies and the people we sent to kill them never came back. We just assumed that they were dead, as we were too high up in the air with the newly acquired power. ” Jack Blackwell grimaced, as William Adams's heart started drowning.

He asked. “Why?” She curiously asked. “It’s something urgent; I want to tell you.” He told her. “Okay,” She responded. Florence followed William to a place where no one was around. “What is it, William?” She asked. “I know you killed your husband.” He revealed, giving her a cold stare. “What?! How dare you accuse me wrongly?” She freaked out. Williams chuckled "Accuse you?" He smiled "You and I both know what I'm talking about"

I answered the call, and before he could speak, I said in a panic-stricken voice, "Richard, she killed him! Your wife killed Michael!" "Get the witch to the mansion right away! I am on my way. Whoever did this will die by my hands!" he shrieked in anger, his voice quavering. Before I could reply, the phone went dead. Trouble was brewing, I knew it, but it wasn't for me. It was for the person who killed Michael, and in this case, Athena. Although unfortunately, Athena was gone forever, there was no way he would be able to find her.

"You guys are lagging behind with the news. Mrs. Carpenter is already dead. The Carpenters are only trying to cover it up by saying she's in the hospital. Think about it! What's there to hide if she really was involved in a car accident?" "But I recall that Mrs. Carpenter is the daughter of Lambert Group's owner. If there's something suspicious about her death, why haven't they reacted at all?" "If Mrs. Carpenter was actually the prized daughter of the Lamberts, they would have done something by now. Unfortunately, she's just an unloved illegitimate daughter. Maybe they don't even care if she died." "Illegitimate daughter? You seem to know a lot. Come on, tell us more!" "We're not sure if sh

"Your son is a murderer! He'll never come back!" The old woman glared hatefully at Kate. "Shut up! My son was wrongly accused! It was all that slut's fault for cheating on my son. She deserved to die!" I couldn't stand listening anymore and stepped forward. "Lady, what's wrong with you? Your son was the one having an affair. He came home and killed your daughter-in-law. How can you speak ill of the dead? Have you no shame?" When Angela told me this was a murder house, I had looked up the case online and discovered it was another tragic story of a scumbag husband killing his wife.