How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

His mother burst out in laughter, and Megan blinked in confusion. "What happened?" She questioned. "You don't need to look so sad. His wife was arrested by the police for the murder of her husband." She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, her meadow-green eyes were wide. "What?" "Don't worry dear. The man was an abusive man so she wanted to teach him a lesson since he had been abusing her since he married her. So she gave him drugs that would stop his heart, but her lover ended up exposing her when she refused to give him any of the man's shares."

I look at the detective scrutinising me. “She murdered her husband, Miss Blackwood.” He says still scrutinizing me, looking for a reaction. “I know,” I say softly. “You do?” he sounds surprised. Abby gasps staring at me in shock. “Yes, she told me, after Dean brought Mum into the room, she was dead. Mel came in and bragged about killing our mum. She then bragged about killing her husband, that she used the battered wife routine and had provided enough evidence that she got away with it. She then told me how she tortured Mum before she killed her.” I sniffle and look away from the sympathy forming in his eyes.

And all I can do is rely on him. Even though the stab of agony made my heart recoil, and the pain of being insulted by the man who was unfortunately my husband by law, I blinked my tears out of my vision so I could look at him. The first thought I got was to kill him. Somehow. Anyhow. Just kill him and surrender. But that would be too easy of a punishment for him. Let’s not forget the darker game at play taking place right under my nose— or could it have been in motion long before I came into the picture? I really don't know.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd. "The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is to be expected. Maybe Wendy altered the memories in her final moments in a bid to drag Roland down with her. After all, she was even capable of killing her own in-laws." Another of Roland's subordinates rushed in, face pale. "Chief Turner! There's been another murder in the south district. The victim was gouged of flesh and had their bones severed. The method is identical to the previous cases." Roland staggered to his feet. When he saw me sitting lifeless in the chair, his entire body shook.

My voice was steady as I continued, "But before that, I have something I need to show you." Leon looked up, his gaze locking onto me. He still wore that mask of devastating grief, but I noticed his fingers twitch and curl inward. Sophie shrieked, "What's left to see? The evidence is right there! You're the killer!" I ignored her completely. Instead, I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and opened a file. "Officers, my husband asked me to deliver medicine to Grandma yesterday. But before I went to her house, I took that bottle to a pharmacy and then straight to a hospital."

"If you won't divorce him, what then? Are you not satisfied with ruining our family? Do you want to harm Isabelle’s future too?" "What are you talking about?" Bella felt like her father had truly lost his mind; his words were getting more absurd. "Let me tell you then! The man you've angered, I can’t do anything about it. It would be easier for him to have me killed instead." Mr. Mortimer had spoken to Martin in the private room and had quickly assessed the power disparity between himself and Emma's husband. He had even asked around to find out about Emma's husband's identity, but they had all come up empty-handed.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”