How To Murder Your Husband Novels & Stories

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?

~~~ Opening my eyes to the lingering pain behind my head, I squinted my eyes open and then groaned gently. As the series of events of the past day till now rushed through my head, I closed my eyes shut again and then whimpered. My hands were tied together, and so were my legs. Again, I wondered where things had all gone wrong. Yesterday, I found out that my husband had killed my unborn baby just because he was together with my best friend. And today, I found my husband in the pool of his own blood. That was not all… someone was trying to kill me too because there was no way this was a proper police station.

“You think I'm so easy to take out? If it were so, I wouldn't be most feared. Even babies would be shitting on my grave now.” “I don't care. It'd be better if you burned in hell. The world has no more space for obsessive pricks like you.” “That is why your husband was taken out, Milaya.” I struggle feebly against his grip. It is of no use. I grit my teeth in anger, wishing it was his skin they are closed over. “You bloody murderer! How do you sleep knowing you took my husband away from me?!” I yell not minding the way it echoes through the house this time of the night.

The guy said. " Why? Are we going somewhere?" I asked him. " Yes, you can't stay here, it is too close to the city, it will take half a day for My Black to here, we need to be far away from this place when it happens. " He said. I feel like I am in some kind of movie, I can't believe this is my life and why? Because I chose to marry a criminal. I don't know how he was able to hide it from me but I know, I know that my husband is shady. He drugged me, he drugged me, I bet he didn't think that I would find out, that my memory would come back but it had always been at the back of my head. My husband is a murderer who shot a man in cold blood on our wedding day.

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

I had been fooled by that exact act before, which was why I used to believe he was such a devoted husband. In reality, it had all just been a ploy to get money. We had just sat down to eat when someone knocked on the door. He got up irritably. "Damn it, who is it?" The moment I saw the delivery guy, I knew the plan had started. He took the envelope, frowning. "It's for you. What is this?" I pretended not to know while he opened the package himself. The next second, his eyes went wide, and he threw it to the ground. "What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?"

Zachary whipped his head around, his bloodshot eyes like those of an enraged beast, glaring at her viciously. "This is all your fault! You're the one who kept whispering in my ear and pushing me! You're the one who pressed that remote!" He scrambled to his feet like a madman, grabbed Celeste by the hair, and slammed her to the ground. "You bitch! You killed my son! I'll kill you! He raised his hand and struck her repeatedly, each slap delivered with full force. Celeste's screams and pleas for mercy became a chaotic mess, and the scene descended into complete disorder.

he grumbled crossly “But remember that your husband is an old man, and in one of these , you could end up becoming a widow... “Oh, my poor old man…” she laughed, stifling a groan as the pain in her back manhandled her. “Don't worry. I'm much more likely to kill you in our bed than out of it. “Just promise me you'll never do that again. “ he asked, solemn and intense. “Well, if you can promise me that no psycho is ever going to pull a gun on your chest again…” Charlie snapped, sounding as serious as he was.

He kept looking at my picture with his dark smirk. "Get out of my room." I yelled in anger. I wanted to kill him. I was thinking what my husband would have done, Duante would have pulled the trigger. "You'll marry me. Or?" He glared at me. I tilted my head, not bothered to show my disgust. I took out my gun and fastened my fingers around it. "Or what?" I demanded. I pushed the dread part of me aside. He peered down at my hand and he began to laugh. His feet extended forward. I wanted to run out. But it was my home. He lifted his hand. I pulled the trigger. I stared at him with widened eyes.