Novel & Cerita Did William Afton Kill His Wife

Netizens had already uncovered the truth about her. [I thought she was just a pretty influencer, but turns out she's a homewrecker.] [Climbing the ranks as a mistress is one thing, but to deliberately provoke the wife? That's cruel, especially since she lost her child.] [I know about this. There was a little boy who was stabbed to death on Star Avenue recently. That must've been the wife's son. Word is, the father was with the mistress at the time, sending his own son out to run errands, and the boy was killed by a lunatic.]

"But there is something else. Something that changes everything." "What?" She showed me a document. A confession. Handwritten. Dated three years ago. I, Victoria Westcott, confess to the murder of my husband, Charles Westcott. I poisoned him over six months using arsenic hidden in his daily supplements. I did this to protect my son. To free him from a monster who was training him to become the same. I would do it again. I have no regrets. Below the confession was Victoria's signature. Notarized. Witnessed. Official.

William said firmly, yanking the phone back. He repeated himself to Scorpion. “No more killing. It stops here.” Then, without waiting for a response, he ended the call. Turning to his wife, he met her furious glare. “No more killing,” he said again. Mrs. William scoffed. “You know we can’t just let her live,” she argued. “She could come after us later. She’s a doctor’s daughter—what if she digs into the past? What if she finds out the truth?” “She won’t,” Mr. William said.

Wills Watson said sharply, "I not only found the evidence for this incident, but also found it from the safe of your favorite second brother, your favorite second brother. Knowing that woman, killed the eldest brother and married her. I even suspect that Cathelina Bright did the second brother's death. Amy Waltson , do you know the consequences of letting such a woman leave? She now knows that she has exposed herself. Do you think it would be so easy to catch her again?" Amy Waltson panicked suddenly, she looked up at Wills Watson and said with a guilty expression, "Brother, I'm sorry, I..."

"What did you do? Why did you push my wife? Do you want to kill my son?" William's expression changed bluntly, with pure anger in his eyes. "Honey, I told you, it was an accident!" Aisha spoke playing innocent. "Aisha, that's enough! You don't have to defend her," William retorted. "She's been hurting you since you were a child, and now that she knows you're pregnant and happy, she can't bear to see you happy! Please, someone call the police! I demand that this woman pay for her crime!"

"My dad killed a member of her clan: Jack Houston. And I'd just killed her sidekick, Penelope. I think that's about enough to provoke her." "Why do your family kill in the first place?" Kourtney's question had struck me. William had told me that Dad killed Jack Houston because he betrayed the company when he was hired to be the journalist. But that would be a shallow reason for murder. Something must've happened really bad. And I was eager to distinguish it because I could quite grasp on it. Surely, William had anything to do with this, as what Catherine had stated. But he remained untouched, and now that I was put in deep shit, he threw me under the bus.

Estelle POV “Be careful how you talk to me, boy. I killed my brother and his wife; I can kill you too and get away with it, so keep your mouth shut,” Adolf threatened, standing close to William. Then he walked away from him. Adolf would have never imagined what happened next, as William had suddenly stabbed him in the back with his dagger. I watched as William twisted the knife, plunging it deep into his back. I waited for Shadow to come out to defend his master, but Shadow wasn’t here. Adolf fell to the floor, but William didn’t stop there; he continued stabbing him with rage clear in his eyes.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” A smirk slants his mouth. “Believe it or not, more than just one person in this pack wants you dead.” My hand clenched into an unconscious fist. Unfortunately, it’s the hand that’s not there anymore and my brain still moves the tendons of my forearm, sending burning agony up my neck. Somehow, I don’t crumple or swear. I turn around and walk calmly back to my throne. Whether Owen plans to do it or not, I want Ashton dead. I feel no compunction about it. He tried to kill my husband, twice.

"I'll just take it that you're praising me. As long as he checked carefully, there was nothing that he couldn't find. After all, there was no such thing as a secret. Since I found out that your husband also knew them, I changed my train of thought. "Go ahead." "I'm just making a hypothesis. If both of these deaths are related to your husband, does that mean the next target will be you?" "How much confidence do you have to say that?" "I thought about it all night, but I still couldn't deny my hypothesis. This was also why the first suspect pointed to William after a case had occurred. Perhaps he was the core of the case, but no one dared to truly touch him. But to make a move on the people ar

Pain shot through my body as he roughly handled me, and tears streamed down my face. "I didn't get the wrong room, Nina. You're my wife," William growled as he yanked at my clothes, his eyes bloodshot. "I know our child is gone, and that hurts me too. But Jones died for me. I can't betray him, so you'll have to bear this burden..." he whispered against my ear, the stench of alcohol making my head spin. "You know, the truth is, I'm actually—" "Enough!" I screamed, using the last of my strength to shove him off me.