How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

Amusement filled me as I tried stifling my laughter. "Do something!" She screamed, then she saw how I stood there watching, it dawned on her. "Help! Help!" She rushed to get up and I didn't waste any time taking the gun I slipped off Richard earlier when he was raging like a gorilla. "Get the fuck down, now!" I snapped, she shuddered getting down beside him. "You killed my husband?" I took a deep breath and willed the tears to start flowing again. My husband took his last breath and went limp.

Yeah, that's enough drinking for tonight. “ Stop shaking me!” I said, my eyes widened involuntarily maybe trying to show how serious I was. I reached for my sides and peeled his fingers off me. “ Don't act like you care! I know you don't.” I whisper the last part avoiding his gaze. His brows curved upwards. “ Is this because of that shit—” “ That shit was my husband, who you murdered!” I didn't know why I was getting mad but also feeling guilty all at once.

her husband and all the secrets he had. “Let Mikael go right now.” In the midst of her indecision, Claire pulled the trigger of her gun and then pointed it at Anderson, "Let go of him, or I'll shoot you."

She had no choice but to beg your servants to slip the antidote into your food. Racked with anguish, Gareth clutched his head and shouted, "Shut up!" However, Jillian pressed on relentlessly, delighting in Gareth's breakdown at finally learning the truth. "Willow had nothing. Guess how she managed to persuade those sleazy servants of yours?" "I told you to shut up!" Unable to take it anymore, Gareth swung his sword and hacked her tail in two. She immediately teared up in agony. "Stop acting like you were so devotedly in love with her, Gareth. Aren't you the one who caused her death? You weren't even drunk that night, were you? You must've enjoyed having sex with your wife's sister right in f

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead.

“You’re vile! You got my son killed and attacked me! My poor son!” “You might want to be mindful of your words, Judy. Surely, you don’t want to wish bad things on Hank, right?” I let out a sarcastic smile. Judy stammered, her expression stiff, while sounding me out, “M-My son is lying in the morgue, and you’re denying getting him killed? Have you no conscience?” Brushing Judy off, I turned to the funeral home staff and said, “If the body was mangled from the crash, how did you verify my husband?”

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

I was already exhausted and weak from it. My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. Rebecca was standing beside him. I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered.

"Crazy you,, I'm already married so don't ever call me again" "It seems that your murderous husband has taught my angel to be an opponent" "Watch your words yog, my husband is not a killer" "Ckckck,,, don't be angry dear your husband is indeed a cold-blooded killer if you want to come back to me then I will gladly accept you"

If not for my family, I would have never married the murderer of my best friend. Cops said it was an accident, but I know better, that what my wife had done in her jealousy. I regretted the day, I met her for the first time. I gritted my teeth, when the scene from last night rushed back into my mind, fuck. I can't help but her small whimphers, the softness of her skin encites me. And that mole, that fucking mole always gets on my nerves, my teeth always want to bite that mole.