My Husband Killed Our Kid To Save Hers Novels & Stories

And just like that, the house went silent. A faint smile tugged at my lips. Those two idiots had no idea what was coming. Their hard days were just getting started. The second that name hit the paper, my nightmare was over. Not long after, the same burly men came back. This time, they were carrying overflowing gift baskets filled with delicacies. "Ma'am, you're our lifesaver! If it weren't for you, God knows where my mom would've ended up!" I quickly helped them up. "Don't mention it. As long as your family's safe, that's what matters."

Before I could protest, the massive stone came crashing down, plunging me into utter darkness. My heart froze solid, ice spreading through my soul. Seven years of love, the child in my womb, and yet they still couldn't compare to Alice in his heart. He even went so far as to deny his own child, just to save her. And that was how I died. I floated above, a silent, invisible witness to the scene below. I watched as Alice was pulled free, her fragile form cradled in his arms. Relief and joy radiated from him as though he'd just regained his entire world.

The woman kept crying somewhere down the lobby. I killed her. The thought came out of nowhere. Or maybe it had been waiting. I killed that child. I sat back down. The chair scraped the floor. No. No, I didn't kill her. The doctors said she would be fine. They said children are resilient. They said— No. I made myself think it through. You saved your wife. Victoria was dying. The doctor said she had no time. You made the only decision available to you. Any man would have done the same. Any man who loved his wife would have done exactly the same thing.

However, it kept looping the footage of me lying in the pool of blood. "Twins… my babies… Those were my babies!" He dropped to his knees in the wreckage, then slapped himself hard across the face. He finally understood that when I grabbed onto his shoe that day, I'd been begging him to save me. Yet, he had personally kicked me away while I'd been pregnant with his children and hanging by a thread. "I killed them… I killed them with my own hands…" George saw red and staggered to his feet, stumbling out of the office. He drove like a madman all the way back to the apartment.

"they were holding his child captive. His normal Fae child." "H-He had a kid?" I murmur, her anger falls, and guilt replaces the look in her eyes - again. "She was only three, and she was so beautiful. I always called her Kyro Junior because they were so damn alike," Emree explain, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Was?" Theia murmurs. Emree's expression falls once again, her back straightening, "after his wife begged him to kill her to save their child - he did. Then Illiana slit the child's throat."

“He wanted confirmation that I was the one who put him in jail. The mask you were wearing had a camera. He knew where you were and that I was about to kill you, and he didn’t step in until he heard what he needed to hear.” “I don’t believe you…” I didn’t want to believe her. What she was saying couldn’t be true. How could it? My own husband was willing to sacrifice my life for a small piece of information. “Chiara, your husband was willing to let me kill you as long as he found out what he needed to."

“ My husband is dead? You are kidding right? I asked. “ No, It’s the truth ma” one of the man said to me. Tears dripped down my face, I walk to pick my bag and walk out of the house. I picked my cab and return to the states with my return ticket. When I got back to the states, I asked how it happened and I was told my husband was killed by Mikel and Irene’s daughter while trying to save her Mira.

His body sagged like it had been stripped of bones. When he saw me, his lips trembled, desperate to speak. I beat him to it, breaking down in loud sobs. "It was him… He lost his mind," I stammered through tears. "He tried to kill me! My husband died saving me." Jayden hadn't expected me to turn on him. Panic twisted his face as he shouted in protest. "She made me do it! That crazy woman wanted him dead. It wasn't me! Julian tried to kill her first!"

She knew that the baby is the only thing keeping her alive, and she wasn't ready to lose her pup. Tears trail down her cheeks as her husband's death flooded her mind and thoughts, sobbing hard her tears got mixed with water. Her husband died when trying to save her and the baby, she sees it as her fault for if she hadn't delayed him by asking unnecessary questions this couldn't have happened. Her husband couldn't have died, the warriors couldn't have killed her husband.

After my husband, Leo Barton, sent me back to my hometown for a month, he used this window to remove my daughter’s kidney to save his childhood sweetheart, Rosette Smith. While his childhood sweetheart was rescued, my daughter caught a severe case of acute kidney failure due to an infection. When I rushed to the hospital to see my daughter, she strained a smile and whimpered, “Mom… I saved Aunt Rosette. Does that mean… does that mean that Dad won’t leave us?”