My Husband Died In Front Of Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Holding my hand like it mattered. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I don’t know how to do that.” She studied me for a long moment. Then she spoke again. Quiet. Precise. “Mrs. Freya,” she said, “your husband died an hour ago.” The room tilted. “What?” The word didn’t sound like it belonged to me. “He was pronounced dead at the hospital. Gunshot wound to the chest. Complications.” I stared at her. Dead. The man who had once knelt in front of me and asked me to trust him. The man who had kissed my forehead every night. The man whose hands had become a weapon.

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”

She answered before I even asked the question. I wasn't looking forward to that. I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. “My groom was killed on our way back to his pack. They slit his throat right before me…” I shut my eyes tightly, unable to get any more words out. “I'm so sorry about that. I can't even imagine how you feel,” Her hazel eyes dampened with pity and it made me feel more pathetic. “He could have just killed me too… death is a whole lot better than this life I have been subjected to. At least then, I could be with my husband,” I sniffled.

"Impossible! This is just a coincidence! My husband's already dead. I'm sure of it. He died this afternoon!" Her panic was practically bleeding through the screen, and the members of the group chat immediately realized something was wrong. How would she know that? "He's already dead? Your husband died this afternoon, and you're already back here, acting like a tease?" "Hold on. What do you mean by that? How do you know he died this afternoon? Did you see it happen?" "No way… Did you actually do something? Did we just watch a murder happen in real time?" The group chat blew up, only to fall into a strange, sudden silence in the next second. Some people started leaving the group chat, while ot

I was already exhausted and weak from it. My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. Rebecca was standing beside him. I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered.

He was said to have suffered a heart attack just before a business trip to Singapore. "You..." My voice falters as the horrifying truth settles in my mind. "You killed your husband." She doesn’t flinch. Her lips curve into a smile so chilling it makes the blood in my veins turn to ice. "Let’s just say I handled the situation. Permanently."

Behind me, I could still hear Dad whispering Mom's name, like he was afraid it would disappear if he stopped. And I just stood there, my entire body shaking in the cold hospital hallway, realizing that I had lost my favorite human forever. Worse still in an incident I could have easily averted. And my husband? Absolutely nowhere to be found.

He gave us a faint, sorrowful smile before silently walking away. --- I was still staring blankly at the mirror, holding a comb, when the bathroom door suddenly opened, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You’re not done yet?” Demetri asked before approaching and gently taking the comb from my hand to brush my long hair himself. “My condolences,” my husband said, and I looked at him through the mirror. I gave him a faint smile in response. I still didn’t know if I would go to the wake. My father died without letting my husband know the truth.

"No, no, no..." I'm trying to move toward them but my husband grabs my arm. His grip is so tight it hurts. "Don't," he says. The man who killed them is now walking toward us, moving through the crowd like everyone is invisible. "We need to go," my husband says. He pulls me away from the altar, away from the bodies, toward a door at the back of the hall. "She needs to know," the man said. "Not yet," my husband says. Now I looked at both of them confused...know what?

“They’re watching you. The family… they don’t let anyone leave alive. Especially not with… a baby.” My blood ran cold. How did he know? His eyes met mine for a second. “Run… Celine. Before they… do to you… what they did to others…” His breathing became shallower. Gurgling. His body started to shake. I watched in horror as his eyes rolled back. This was the first time I had ever seen a man dying right in front of me. Not in a movie. Not in a story. A real human being struggling for his last breaths because of my husband’s world.