How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

Mandy returned and was flabbergasted. I didn't give her a second to think. "Dr. Spears, my in-laws seem to be unwell. Could you please take them for a check-up while I get my husband to the funeral home?" I had just taken Dylan's death certificate from Tiffany's hands. With this, there was nothing that could stop me from burning him alive. Mandy turned pale. "I'm more familiar with the funeral home's procedures, maybe I should—"

"But... I thought you said he died in a motorcycle accident." She sat up straight and leaned forward, burying her face in her hands as she let out a strangled cry. Luckily, the music was too loud, people barely paid attention to us, so no one heard her. "He didn't! My husband did not die in a motorcycle accident, he was murdered, and they made it look like an accident to cover their tracks."

I don't know if it's because he walked in on me and guys again, or if something happened while he was outside. Maybe it's just him. Maybe it's me. But he's quieter. Colder. Like something crawled up his ass and died there. I want to ask him what's wrong, but I don't. He'd probably just get annoyed and say something that'd piss me off anyway. And honestly? I've got bigger things on my mind. Because tonight, I'm going to kill my husband. It's such a strange thought. Casual, even. Like something I wrote down in a planner: Eat breakfast. Dye hair. Murder abusive piece-of-shit husband.

’ Cazz didn’t shy away from showing me exactly what that would look like, and I flinched. ‘That… that won’t be necessary—the displaying, I mean. I’ll… I’ll trust you when the time comes.’ And then I realized… my husband had just declared that he was going to murder my brother. And I hadn’t even thought twice. The simple brutality of the wolves was rubbing off on me. Or maybe I was just so scarred by all this, I’d lost some of my compassion. As Cazz squeezed my fingers again and leaned closer so his warmth was against my side, I shook my head and frowned. I hoped not.

I lifted my eyes to meet Matvei’s deathly glare. “Y-you killed him,” I stammered. “You… you shot him! Why?!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “How dare you step out without my permission?!” he growled, every inch of him radiating fury. “You… you’re a murderer. You… you killed someone!” My voice trembled, my body shaking in disbelief that my husband had just shot a man and seemed completely unbothered. “I-I need to call the police.” I lunged for the telephone on the cupboard, dialing frantically.

Cedric locked himself in his study and began to spiral into his memories. He recalled the sweet memories he had deliberately buried. He remembered how she scrimped and saved just to buy him the best rescue equipment. He remembered the way she looked at him, her eyes full of starlit love. Him? He faked his death and abandoned her, leaving her drowning in debt and suffering. He married another woman and enjoyed wealth and status. He believed lies and pushed her to the edge again and again. He had destroyed the only woman who had ever loved him completely.

Despite the agony coursing through his body, Wilson retorted with a flushed face, "Mr. Warner, didn't you yourself claim she was a murderer? Didn't you personally ensure her imprisonment? Isn't that right? Why are you pretending to be a caring husband now?" Even in the face of intense pain, Wilson remained haughty, continuing his tongue-lashing. "Mr. Warner, you should know that even if I committed a crime, it would only be attempted murder at most. The law cannot keep me imprisoned for long, and my wife will not abandon me..." Wilson remained oblivious to the gravity of his situation. He persisted in his arrogance, declaring, "Mr. Warner, unless you keep Esther by your side at all times, he

However, playing along lasted a decade, and he stayed by my side for ten years. During this time, many women tried to seduce him, but he ignored them all. He even threatened to kill them if they tried again. He never had a woman other than me. Buddy turned his proposal into a huge event. Holding a bouquet, I told him, “I’ll kill you if you betray me.” He only grabbed my gun and aimed it at his heart. “Alright. If I betray you, you should kill me with this gun.” Half a lifetime later, the gun got worn down, but it was never fired at him.

The dead man isn't my husband Nathan, but his twin brother Nick! How weird! I'm dumbfounded. If Nathan is still alive, why did the texter insist that the man in the room wasn't my husband? Who killed Nick on earth? The only person who has a reason to do it is Nathan! He must have had an intense fight with Nick about the money, and accidentally killed him in a rage. "I have to call the police now!" I murmur to myself and take out my phone to dial 911.

With a thud, I dropped to my knees without hesitation. Nina burst into laughter. "Gemma, you ruined Chris and got him thrown in jail, and you think you’ll still have a good life? Dream on! "Chris and I were supposed to get married. He promised we’d be together, and now you’ve destroyed everything!" "Nina, calm down. Chris did terrible things, and he deserves to be punished. "He killed my four children!" "That was my idea." She stepped closer, her face twisted with malice.