روايات وقصص ضمن My Husband Died In Front Of Me

The emptiness in my stomach seemed to crack wider, making me feel hollow. The doctor sighed, “ no one believed you would survive, it's been a three days and your husband–the acting president, he was sad to come see you and had announced you dead” My blood froze. Disbelief. Announced me dead? Refused to see me? Maybe, he must have been sad, maybe I was overthinking it, the breakfast was genuine, he loves me. He would be happy to see me. He would be happy to know I was still alive.

Ethan noticed us staring at each other and I averted my gaze, noticing a subtle smile on my husband's face. “So. Earlier today, while my wife was…busy, I realized something. It stunned me, really. I mean, I would not have thought something like that could happen, and it took me aback. I was…short of words. I thought and thought, and it took me a while to come to a decision…” my husband drawled, and my skin itched. I could not take it anymore. I interrupted his monologue. “Richard was behind your father and Xena’s death,” I said, and the air became still.

I ran behind him. Before I reached there, he was all blood covered. Your father, Vijay Raichand, Keshav Gujral and Juned Malik were standing there with their men. Vijay shot him in front of my eyes. He killed my husband and I didn't have anything except him. My happy family dream ended up in front of my eyes. I lost my conscious of seeing him dead. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the hospital. Where his dead body was, I didn't know. The pain was not stopped yet. I have a big problem with money.

"I’m so sorry for your loss." I returned his smile reassuringly. "Don’t worry about it. It happened months ago. It’s tough, but I have to keep fighting against life’s challenges. I witnessed my husband’s death, and it’s a miracle that we’re still here. We moved here for a fresh start, to find a better place to heal." "That must have been incredibly hard," Dax said, shaking his head. "Those murderers…"

Naomi’s POV My funeral was held three days later. Many people came. Some cried for me. Some only came because they knew the family. I stood beside my coffin and watched them place flowers near my photo. In the photo, I was smiling gently. I almost couldn’t recognize myself. Adrian stood in front, dressed in black. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn’t slept at all. Mom sat beside the coffin, clutching my photo tightly. Dad stood behind her, silent and old in a way I had never seen before.

Today marked five years since Cordelia Harper’s husband, Felix Ward, died. After paying her respects to Felix, Cordelia wanted to stay with him at the cemetery a little longer, but her daughter, Celia, was home alone, and Cordelia could not stop worrying about her. Once she got into the car, Cordelia took off her coat and opened the hidden camera feed. The next second, she froze. On the screen, Fabian Ward, Felix’s older brother, who should have been at the hospital with his fiancée, Sylvia Lane, for her surgery, had suddenly appeared inside Cordelia’s home.

I was far too weak to fight an alpha, but he complies…finally leaving me alone. I close the door, clicking the lock in place. The severity of what has happened hitting me head on in the chest. My lungs tighten as it becomes increasingly more difficult to breathe. My legs give way, my body collapsing against the back of the door, sliding down into a heap on the floor. I can no longer stand; it hurts too much. It cannot be true…yet I can’t deny the haunting look in my husband’s eyes. My child is dead!

But then something unexpected happened. Actually, let me give you some back story first. Quickly, mind you. First of all, my name is Jenni. My husband, Jack, died a year ago. It was tragic and horrific and completely ruined my life at first. We had a son together named Josh. It was his eighteenth birthday when it happened, so the loss was especially bad for him. It was bad for both of us. I was devastated the first month after it happened. But then I had a whole different problem to worry about.

I hissed in pain, and tried to push myself up to apologize. “I'm so sorr–” I froze, my breath caught in my throat. I blinked a few times, and shook my head. I must be seeing things. Not eating for the past two days must have messed with my mind, because tell me why am I seeing my dead husband standing right in front of me? He died. Six months ago, of a heart attack. I mourned him…no shit. I'm still mourning him, as this life has been nothing but empty without him.

the officer explained. "Body?" Seraphine repeated. "I don't understand what you're talking about." "Your husband was in a car crash two days ago. He died at the scene," the officer explained softly. The words hit her like a cruel joke. She stood frozen, caught off guard. Her hands curled slightly at her sides. "How is this possible?" She didn't believe it was me lying under the sheet. Step by step, she walked toward the bed, her fingertips trembling as they reached for the edge of the sheet. She paused and then slowly lifted it.