Did William Afton Kill His Wife Novels & Stories

Damon was one of the last people she expected to see here, I wonder if I was in shell all this while to know that the woman who had tormented my life has been killed by the wife she chose fir.her son. Carter leaned forward, his tone annoying. “Damon, we investigated this case thoroughly. There was no evidence to suggest foul play.”

The second reporter, an agile thin lady, struggled for space and once she made it to the woman, held up two microphones, one for herself and the bigger one for the woman. The lady rapped her questions, "Mr. Murray was said to have pushed his wife from a building straight to her death. He was said to have written a will, giving all his wealth to you, Mrs. Walsh, then drowned himself. Last three years, you never gave us an accurate information on his reason for willing his wealth to you. Is it truly because you had an affair with him outside his marriage?"

One day, during a fight, they started hitting each other. My mother-in-law was old, so she could not endure it. She fell, hit her head, and died on the spot. Wendy never expected things to go that far, and she was completely shaken. The series of blows broke her completely. She started going around claiming she was Wendy and that Eric was not her husband. Not long after, on a rainy night, she jumped to her death. People said she had lost her mind. From then on, no one spoke of that family again.

Didn't care, I just needed to know. She met my gaze, reluctant, then sighed in defeat. “There are rumors saying Mr Anthony might have…” she started, trailing off as if measuring my reaction. I nodded, urging her on. “Might have?” “Might have been the one who murdered his wife,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. My stomach plummeted. “What?!” The word shot out of me before I could stop it. Vivian nodded, her expression tight. “I know. I think it’s ridiculous too.”

Her lips started trembling and wouldn't stop. Jason saw the sweater but didn't get it. He was still going. "A stupid sweater proves what? He probably fished it out of a dumpster! Victoria, don't fall for it! Ethan is a master at pulling cheap stunts like this!" I turned to Anna. "Anna. Call the police. Charge Jason Brooks with assault resulting in death. File theft and defamation charges against Victoria. And—" "Notify legal and the auditors. Begin executing the divorce agreement immediately. File for bankruptcy proceedings against Victoria's company."

"Well, you know I never liked you. From the day you were born, you have stolen everything from my son. But God knew I never wished you harm, until a couple of weeks ago, when I discovered that your whore of a mother had also stolen my husband from me." Closing his eyes, Ashton cursed himself for giving in to his reckless impulse. He should never have brought the diary to the London residence and left it there, only to be found by Aunt Cecily. Peering down at him, the lady sniffed and wrinkled her nose as if he was a bug crawling at her feet. "My husband, the bastard. While I'd been faithful and devoted to him, and spending my whole life to serve him and his family, he cheated with that whore

His heartbeat quickened when he saw some of his men injured. "Where is my wife?" He asked again, but still, no one dared to answer. All of their eyes are sad, which makes his heart beat faster. "I'm sorry, sir, but we think she was trapped inside the house when they set it on fire." One of his men dared to answer. "What? Why didn't you get her out of there immediately?" He grabbed the man by the collar then threw him away. The incident made the national news, and a lot of people speculated about a war between syndicates. Franklin was ready to accept the death of his wife and daughter when the investigation resulted in the conclusion that his wife wasn't one of the victims.

"The Worsleys are experts at martial arts. They must be able to stop the Legion! They simply must!" "Fucking hell, this Ashton fellow is such a lunatic! We never provoked him. What do the deaths of those people we caused have to do with him? Who does he think he is, some kind of righteous avenger?" "I'm going to kill him when I get the chance!" "Word just got in! The Worsleys have fallen. William was slain with a single strike, and Willa's face was slashed over a hundred times. Her head has now been hung up for everyone to see!"

“He overheard them saying that you were the one who broke into Mr. Clarkston’s office.” “That’s utterly ridiculous.” William snapped. “We were together at the tavern that evening. I have you for my alibi.” “There’s more.” Gabe stopped in front of him. “Brandon Kennedy mentioned to the magistrate that your wife had talked about killing you a few months ago.” William’s blood turned to ice and his gut twisted. No! This couldn’t be. Mercedes would never… His thoughts stopped quickly. Mercedes wouldn’t have done it, but Kat would. He still needed proof, but he really felt deep in his heart that Mercedes was not the wicked woman he’d married.

"He attacked my husband very cunningly. He threatened and trapped my husband until he was poisoned. Poison for which there was no antidote until his body gradually rotted and his internal organs were destroyed." I shook my head slowly while she shed tears very heavily. Her hand shook holding the weapon and I snatched it very easily. Finally, she fell to her knees and cried hysterically. "Where is he, I want to meet him, if Anthony is the culprit, I will pay for all those mistakes because it was all my fault, getting him involved." The woman was still crying and I crouched in front of her, forcing her to speak. Is it true that Anthony did something heinous like this? However, his track record