My Husband Died In Front Of Me Novels & Stories

She sniffed heavily, trying to suppress the urge making her cry. "Oh my God, that was a painful experience, watching a loved one die." He said and remembered the fate of his kids, he was going to watch them die, "So sorry. How about her husband?" "He died of heart attack. He couldn't bear the pain, he couldn't even bear the greater pain of living without the love of his life, immediately he heard the news and saw that his wife was dead, he told me to always take care of his children and gave up the ghost too. He said he wanted to die with her. He loved her so much."

He finally looked a little relieved. “That’s better. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your father’s funeral is grand.” He grabbed Snow and turned to leave. “Come on, Snow. I’ll take you to eat something and help you relax. Don’t let this little thing ruin your mood.” I watched them leave quietly, then slowly took out my phone and pressed the stop recording button. Zeke was right. The dead could not come back, and those who were alive had to keep living, especially Zeke, once he realized that the person who had died was his father instead of mine.

All were busy mourning while she is still digesting the fact that the unknown person in front of her killed her husband right in front of everyone and there are no one to help. "I'll come back again". Was his last words before he got up and stridden out leaving the newly wedded bride to mourn at her new husband's death right on their marriage day. The irony of the day is that ... She became a widow right at the moment she was married.

I really wanted to see this mate of his—this human—and what she looked like. Just curiosity. Nothing more. He’s in heat… Suddenly my face went pale. It had been so long since I’d felt anything like that myself. How I wished Julio were still here. How I wished he hadn’t died. I only ever saw my husband’s corpse. No one ever told me what really happened. They just said he slumped over and died, nothing more. Yes, before that day he’d been having some slight health issues, but nothing serious enough to kill him so suddenly.

I gasped as he took my hand in his, my eyes flickering to the somber faces of his parents who were huddled together behind Fredrick as a wave of nausea rose in me. “Look, we, uh, have some bad news babe.” My husband started, and I felt my throat thicken and grow until I was almost positive I looked like Peppa the freaking pig. “What- what’s going on?” I pressed, unable to breathe past the panic that was rising when Alexander’s fingers brushed through my hair, over my face. “It's Mary Dar, she's dead.” He deadpanned and I jerked away from him so hard I damn near stumbled into the shaft of the gold lampshades idling in the corner.

It was always about my husband's eyes slowly closing for good, the number of days he had left, and his nearing death. "Good morning, Mr. Del Carmen, Henry... Mrs. Del Carmen," the doctor greeted while adjusting his glasses. "I came here to deliver the latest test results we did on Freddie these past few days." "I don't want to hear it anymore, Doc. My chest just hurts," I said firmly, clutching my chest. I truly believed this was the final judgment that maybe tomorrow, or the next day, Freddie would stop breathing entirely. I didn't know if my conscience could handle hearing again that my husband was going to die, especially with the sin Henry and I committed last night still fresh in my min

Our wedding is in four hours. The words return to me, just as they were said in that cold, deep voice of his. I can barely think because of the hunger but it seems like the man I met all those years ago has just been polished to the darkest humanity can offer. And then it crashes in like a blizzard. He killed a man. Shot him dead right in front of me. In front of his wife. And he didn’t even blink. Didn’t even hesitate. As if it’s as normal as eating.

“That’s not necessarily so. We can’t be without a leader forever.” I shot a glance at the doorway. Getting up and approaching Wendy, I forced myself to speak more softly. “Wendy, we’ve been searching for Damiano’s body for a week, but nothing has come of it. The survivors all said that they saw him die. “In any case, we’ll find his body sooner or later. The important thing now is to let Damiano rest in peace.” Wendy took a step back. “But—” I interrupted her and continued, “Wendy, Damiano is dead. I’m as torn up about it as you are. You’ve lost your adoptive brother, but I’ve lost my fiance on what should’ve been my wedding day.”

My parents were old, not to mention both of them had heart conditions. Mara and her parents beat them till they were half-dead. They ended up lying by the side of the road, barely clinging to life. Right at that moment, the hospital called to tell them that Jayden had unfortunately passed away in the hospital. Hearing that their grandson did not survive, my parents' hearts gave out on the spot, and they died right by the side of the road. Thinking about that, rage boiled in my heart.

He took several deep breaths and finally pushed the door open. Leon had kept telling me to die. I wondered why he was so afraid to accept my death now. Leon shivered when a blast of cold air hit him. He hesitated before slowly approaching my body. Then, he shakily uncovered the white sheet. My pale face which was beginning to show signs of decay was then revealed.