How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

Nolan grabbed Simon's wrist and turned to glare at me. "You couldn't wait, could you?" he sneered. "Grandpa told me everything at lunch, and now, here you are, already out on a date with someone else in the afternoon?" He then leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "You went through all that trouble to marry me, yet now you're divorcing me for another man?" I slapped him hard across the face before he could finish talking. Simon stepped forward to explain, but Nolan, blinded by rage, punched him to the ground. The divorce papers were scattered all over the floor.

he says, “you’ll regret it. You are not allowed to look at other men, especially my brother.” I try to pull away from him but I can’t. “Let go of me.” I struggle, but he grabs me. “You are my wife. “ he raises his voice, “Act like one.” “I’m not…” I begin when he suddenly grabs me really hard, kissing me. “No!” I try to push him away, but he is much stronger. “Let go of me!” I yell, struggling. “No!” I fight him, pushing him away from me as he is fording himself on me.

For precisely three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. The void stirred around us, memories drifting past like paper lanterns. I saw myself at my wedding, young and stupid in white. Then in Adrian's study, telling him about the baby. His smile as he handed me the poisoned drink. "He killed me." The words were bitter ash. "My husband murdered me." "And your father helped plan it." Santa Muerte's skeletal fingers danced in the air, tracing out for me visions of secret meetings and whispered conversations. "The Constantine family had to have you die to make their alliance with Judge Castillo's daughter."

"How do I get the pleasure of getting killed by this seductress….oh wait… it's because of that fucking husband of yours, who had tried to play with me, right?" Tears rolled down from her eyes at his question when she remembered how brutally he had murdered her husband 2 years ago in front of her own eyes and let her go. They both had been married just for a month when he turned her a widow and from that day, she was waiting for a chance to kill this monster who was a ruthless demon in human skin "What did you think that I have forgotten about you and your dead husband? No, sweetheart, I haven't," he said and then let go of her hair.

I told him what I knew and the fact that I still couldn't believe that my ex wife would do such abominable acts. “Thank you Mr Charles for sparing some of your time. I’ll let you know how everything is going.” The officer said and I nodded. I walked out of the room heading to where I had seen Valerie so that I could ask questions and luckily she was alone. “I didn’t know you were such a bad ass.” I said with a smirk on my face just to get her more pissed. “What are you doing here Charles?” She asked without even looking at my face. “You killed my Fiancé Valerie, impersonated someone else. Just to prove what?” I asked, my voice already rising from anger.

my husband replied and got ready to take his shot "You want to shoot me?, babe are you just staring at them?" she asked her lover I was a bit shocked when the fat man grabbed a gun from his fourth bodyguard and pointed it at my head "I thought I and my chick could pay our last respect to the man I once called a brother and a business partner but this last chance has been ruined by his own family. Can't let you talk to my love and even point a weapon at her" he said "You think this woman loves you?, she murdered my father and she wants to kill my wife!" my husband revealed

I state, drawing her into more daze which she cloaks in a minute. “I will be sure to pass your message, but I can also assure you that I would drink poison or hang myself and die other than loosing to you - but before I can die, I will make sure I have stuffed you with shit that will kill you slow and painful. So take this straight and overserious, because I will not also repeat myself- the next second that your shandow gets close to my husband, I will forget about drinking poison and feed it to you instead. Or better still, dismantle your empty head with bullets!” She affirms, looking at me like a real murderer.

Mom sank into the couch like nothing had happened, legs crossed, eyes distant. “You’re just going to act normal?” I spat, turning to her. My father sighed and settled into the recliner. “Lucian, you need to calm down—” “Calm down?” I hurled the glass across the room. It exploded against the wall, whiskey trailing down like blood. “You paid someone to murder a woman. Not just any woman—my wife. Someone I loved. Someone I failed to protect. You hired someone I knew to kill her.” “She was trouble,” Mom muttered coldly. “She kept digging into things that didn’t concern her.”

I even always had warm milk waiting when she needed a quick pick-me-up. He added, "I feel like a complete monster." My hand flew to my mouth immediately and stopped my cry from becoming audible. This was absurd. I could barely believe what was happening, but it was happening. The fact that this was my reality nearly drowned me in a wave of agony. He tore my manuscript up because of my advice. My hands had once saved countless broken families, but now the same hands were showing my husband the best way to shred my heart apart in the last days of his life.

I froze, like a sharp knife stabbing my heart, blood flowing. I squeezed my left chest; breathing was difficult, feeling choked, like I was about to die. Ryan, is that how he feels right now? I tilt my head bitterly, ice-cold hands slowly touching his eyes, a few tears on my fingertips. I was still shocked, daring to believe what I had just heard. Does a husband kill his wife? Is a werewolf finishing off his mate?