My Dead Husband Ran Off With My Pregnant Best Friend Novels & Stories

Helen still had goosebumps on her skin as a result of fear, her heartbeat was still beating fast and loud like a drum. "What..just..happened?" The doctor stammered, visibly shocked. "They came to check on their twins for the last time before leaving them forever and they vanished into where no one knows to live together forever since her husband couldn't live without her." "Who are they?" The nurse and the doctor chorused. "My dead best friend and her husband." She stared at the broken window.

"May I remind you that this is my fucking house and I can -" Dee cuts me off, tears rolling down her eyes. "My husband is dead." 😥😥😥😥😥😥

Oh how she missed spending time with Elizabeth,ever since Henry Goodman died she feels super guilty—what kind of a person misses her best friend father's burial and also misses her wedding? Thinking about it only made her feel way worse and she sighed deeply as she grabbed her phone to call her husband,only to get a message from an unknown number.At first glance she frowned deeply just reading the text then she played the video that came with it,a loud gasp escaped her lips and her phone falls from her hands,and after a few seconds of silence she bursted into tears—No it can't be—Elizabeth warned her and she didn't listen.Now she was watching the video of her husband kissing another woman at

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

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—"

Fear danced in Kreed's eyes when he realized I was onto something he knew very well of. I walked to the wine bar in my office, opened the wine, poured it into two glasses, took one, "I'm sure you will know what I'm talking about in a few seconds," and I handed the other to Kreed. "A woman who had been faithful to her husband all her life but her husband suddenly dies on the day he gives her a divorce paper and what's worse was that the husband and a pregnant woman were in that car, the Media and the cops will love this story."

"I’ve always loved my wife since the day we married. I treated her well, gave her everything she ever wanted." He paused to sniffle, his face red and streaked with tears. "But recently, I found disturbing pills in her bag. Pills to treat depression. I didn’t even know she was struggling." His voice cracked as he added, "I tried to help. I told her her business would recover. But when I came home today…" His words dissolved into a choked sob. Delilah scoffed quietly, her lip curling. *What a performance,* she thought bitterly. The headline flashed: *"Judge Madison’s Wife Found Dead: A Tragic Suicide"*

Edmond hit the floor, eyes glued to the corpse like the air had been punched out of him. The noise brought company—Philip barged in, and that's when I knew they were both back. Ariel floated beside me. We watched in silence. I knew she wanted this moment too. The big reveal. The crash of those two men who always acted untouchable. What now, now that their dead wives were staring back at them? Philip ran over, trying to haul Edmond up, but Edmond jerked his arm so hard, Philip nearly ate the floor.

For me, it represented the actualization of every dream I’d ever had— the option to marry for love. I took him up on his offer without giving it much thought—anything to get away from the old man I’d ted myself to. When my husband died a few weeks later from an ‘unknown’ cause as the doctor’s described it, the strange helper approached me again to remind me of my own end of the deal. How he’d gotten my husband out of the way remained a mystery to me but it didn’t matter. It was all part of the plan.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.