Novel & Cerita My Husband Died In Front Of Me

"Are you Max Chase's wife? Your husband suffered a brain hemorrhage and, despite our best efforts, he passed away an hour ago." Half an hour earlier, I received a call from a private hospital near our home and rushed over, only to be greeted with the news of my husband's death the moment I walked through the door. Beside me, my son, Evan Chase, had already been waiting. His eyes were red and swollen as he looked up at me. "Mom, Dad... he's gone."

"Don't you dare come near us." Tears rolled down my cheeks. "But how? I wasn't even here now could you blame me for his death when all you have done is just torture me all my life?" She scoffed in annoyance. "Are you really going to play that card?" I wiped my tears away. "My husband is only dead because those fucking people came looking for you yesterday so what are you doing here? Would you like to see me dead as well?" I shook my head negatively as tears filled my eyes.

, said my husband. I gasped in shock. The guy I talked to a few hours ago isn't alive. He is dead. I can't believe it. Rest in peace Tip you will be remembered. You saved my life and also Dane's. It was sad that you had to go from this world so soon.

He placed his forehead on mine and whispered, “I love you, too. But you have to promise me never to do anything like this again.” “I cannot promise that. But I am getting tired of waking up in a hospital so I will try to stop doing crazy things,” I chuckled. He huffed and pulled me closer. “You will be the death of me. No more doing shit like this, got it?” he ordered. “Yes, husband,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Is he dead?” I questioned. I knew he would understand without any further explanation. He stiffened and replied, “Yes. He is dead. He will never bother our family again.”

Just to sit with her. By the time the afternoon light reaches the front window, I am seated at the small table I use for sessions. The deck rests nearby, familiar and contained, left where it always is. I am aware of it without looking. The weight of it. The ease with which I could reach for it. I do not move it closer. I do not open it. The act feels deliberate. Measured. The woman across from me came because her husband died suddenly six months ago. She tells me that plainly, without ornament or apology. A collapse. No warning. No long illness to prepare for. The kind of death that leaves no unanswered medical questions, only personal ones. The kind that rearranges a life without offering

I would not argue, never again. After leaving the infirmary, I took off the ring he gave me during the bonding ceremony and threw it into the trash. I was never looking back.

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

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—"

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

As I moved, the smell of food reached my nose. I sniffed that delicious air and a smile formed on my lips. “Can he really cook? I thought he was just bluffing.” I took more steps. “Ale…” The sight of my husband having a conversation with someone at the entrance halted my words. I walked towards them without saying a word more. And the next thing I heard was, “Mr. Edwards is dead. He passed away this morning.”