My Husband Killed Our Kid To Save Hers Novels & Stories

He laid his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck. I looked at my wife who was on the verge of breaking the whole living room. Richard was standing close beside her but he was far more composed than she was. His eyes fixed on me as he tried understanding what I was implying. I walked toward Timur and put a hand on his shoulder for him to walk away from in front of her “I will explain. But you will listen without going up those stairs to try and kill any of them” “That woman almost killed a child…” “That woman saved the child. Had it not been her, the little girl would have been covered in her own blood with a knife slitting her throat or dug deep in her chest” I said look

He laid his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck. I looked at my wife who was on the verge of breaking the whole living room. Richard was standing close beside her but he was far more composed than she was. His eyes fixed on me as he tried understanding what I was implying. I walked toward Timur and put a hand on his shoulder for him to walk away from in front of her “I will explain. But you will listen without going up those stairs to try and kill any of them” “That woman almost killed a child…” “That woman saved the child. Had it not been her, the little girl would have been covered in her own blood with a knife slitting her throat or dug deep in her chest” I said look

Dad shouted angrily. "Who killed my mom" Raghav asked "Your bastard father " dad yelled. My eyes widened in shock. How can a person kill his own wife. "But why??? How???" Raghav asks confusedly. Dad took a deep breath and then started explaining everything "Your father wanted to kill my whole family and take the position of Mafia king. But your mom found about it and tried to stop him. In this he shot her due to which Your mom and her unborn child both died. When i found out about it i came to save her but i was late...too late to see her alive "

That man killed my baby, he took our child away from me. “I went to tell him that I was pregnant…” “Grace, please” “He killed my baby, Kiara. He mercilessly shot me, and ran away with her” My husband… He killed my baby…

Our eyes met. "Alexei was armed. He had a gun aimed at me. My husband shot him to protect me. When Alexei didn't go down, my husband fired again. And again. Until the threat was eliminated. That's not murder. That's survival." "Your husband fired the final shot while the deceased was on his knees. Execution-style," the lawyer pressed. "My husband made sure the man who'd kidnapped me, who'd trafficked dozens of women, who'd corrupted the FBI, who'd tried to kill us repeatedly—was actually dead. I don't blame him."

She struggled to hold back her tears as she spoke. I watched the child for a moment, thinking back to five years ago. She would have been about the same age as my Hailey. Mark tried to stop his wife from speaking, but she snapped, “Enough, we have no other way out.” My hand clenched into a fist, and I felt a wave of pain spreading through my body. “To save your daughter, your husband, Mark, killed my friend on that man’s orders, didn’t he?” “Yes!” Mark’s wife confirmed firmly.

Calvin sneered. Then, he added, "Tell me where she is, unless you want me to cut ties with you for good in the last years of your life." I watched as Margaret's eyes welled up when she heard Calvin's threat. "I'm your dad's wife—how could you do this to me?" Calvin's anger flared. "How dare you bring up Dad? It's because of you that Clarissa became a murderer three years ago!" My heart broke as I watched. Did Calvin even have a shred of humanity left?

If I hadn’t, he would have killed his hostage. I tried to remind myself this was very much the same. Actually, it was more. This isn't some random person that could have died. This was my wife, the woman I was in love with. I couldn’t let him shoot her. So I took the shot and killed the man. I possibly made a woman a widow and took a father from his children just so I wouldn’t become a widower.

So as to curb his empathy. " You're right. He was born a monster and he would die as one" He says, playing right into my hands. If only he knew what truly happened to his friend that night, then he wouldn't hate poor little Eren so much. If only he knew that I kill my husband, but in my defense I did it for us. My late husband found out about the paternity of our son and was going to quietly dissolve our marriage but fortunately for me he had to try to kill his own son, which landed him unconscious, that was when I ended him.

“Mrs. Lachlan, I hope you understand the implications of what you’re asking us. Two bullets were shot into your husband’s body but we’ve only been able to extract one of them. The second bullet is lodged between his spinal cord. If this surgery is conducted, your husband will have only a twenty percent chance of survival. Even if he survives, it’ll only take a miracle for him to be able to walk again.” I swallow my pain and indecision and face the doctor squarely. “I want you to understand something, sir. That man found out that I wanted to kill his babies. But what did he do when I nearly died from the abortion? He donated blood… to the woman who wanted to kill his children. I want you to u