Novel & Cerita My Husband Killed Our Kid To Save Hers

I had the security guard escort Linda out and never saw her again. A few days later, I received an unexpected call. It was Zeke’s mother, my former mother-in-law, Hailey Zimmerman. The moment I answered, her sharp, wailing voice came through the line. “Sophia, you curse! You wicked woman! “Killing my husband was not enough, and now you want to harm my son?! “If anything happens to my son, I’ll haunt you, even as a ghost!”

"She's just trying to avoid helping you. But I won't let her get away with it." Emma sighed softly. "Still, be careful, okay? The killer's still out there. I worry about everyone's safety." "Just worry about yourself, sweetheart. I don't care what happens to Alice as long as she doesn't die before giving you that kidney." His casual cruelty twisted my ghostly heart. They discussed my fate so callously, never knowing my corpse lay just feet away. Never realizing that the kidney Emma needed so desperately was now too destroyed to save her. My death was orchestrated by Emma, but my husband's blindness made it possible.

The research folder lay open on her lap, but she didn't seem to be reading it. "Hey," I said, closing the door behind me. "How are you holding up?" A hollow laugh escaped her. "How do you think? My abusive husband just died taking a bullet for me after I tried to leave him." She shook her head. "I don't even know what to feel." I sat on the edge of the bed, giving her space. "That's normal, I think. He hurt you for years. You don't owe him grief." "But he saved me," she whispered. "And the baby. Why would he do that if he didn't care?"

She asked again. About to answer her, the doctor stepped out. He faced Richard at once, judging by his gloomy face he surely didn't have good news for him. “How's my wife? What about my baby?” His voice failed him. Both Richard and Kathleen looked at him eagerly, they couldn't wait for him to speak up. “I'm sorry. Your wife already had a miscarriage before you brought her, we couldn't save the baby.” He divulged. “What do you mean?” He snapped angrily.

Lucas filed for divorce that same week. The moment the papers were signed, the family lost its balance. The capos started choosing sides. Old grudges surfaced. Men who had smiled at our table for years suddenly pulled knives from behind their backs. My father was ambushed outside one of our restaurants and gunned down in his own car. My mother collapsed at his funeral and never woke up. And I died in an alley in Queens on a freezing, rainy night, too weak to even call for help. "Dad! Mom!"

And he stopped searching for her, when she made no move of spreading information about him that could disrupt his perfect picture among his followers. Yet one and a half year later, she showed up on his door with a baby and a DNA test in her hands. And threatened him to accept her as his wife infront of the world or she would tell his community about the real face of their leader. He had ended up killing that woman but before he could murder the girl, his only son, twelve years old Burhan had stepped up and saved the baby from being killed.

~~~ Opening my eyes to the lingering pain behind my head, I squinted my eyes open and then groaned gently. As the series of events of the past day till now rushed through my head, I closed my eyes shut again and then whimpered. My hands were tied together, and so were my legs. Again, I wondered where things had all gone wrong. Yesterday, I found out that my husband had killed my unborn baby just because he was together with my best friend. And today, I found my husband in the pool of his own blood. That was not all… someone was trying to kill me too because there was no way this was a proper police station.

Nuella did not plan on blaming her so verbally to her face but after what she just said she just heard to. Mariana was silent “Go on, tell me, what happened to the child?” Mariana swallowed “After my husband’s burial, I was put in prison by the Haywood’s but they brought me out when they found out I was pregnant. They agreed to pay my bills until I give birth and then I will leave my child with them and go far away. I already lost Oliver since he already hated me for causing the death of his father. I could not bear the thought of losing another child, which is why I decided that it was better that the child was dead than not being in the child’s life, so I killed my child when I was just 6

“Henry was just trying to help. You should forgive him.” That sent her over the edge. She stormed over, grabbing my collar. “It wasn’t your mother who died! What right do you have telling me to be generous?!” I picked at my ear lazily and played another recording. “Kevin, even though Henry accidentally killed your mom, he was acting heroically. You should be grateful he gave her a quick death. Otherwise, she might’ve been tortured by the kidnappers. “The dead are gone! We should cherish the living instead. Your mother has lived 50 or 60 years anyway. She’s had enough. Stop being so petty!

I let him get away with it. He wanted Ashley gone and I made that happen. He wanted my husband, my mate gone and I did that too but still, I'm no closer to what I want. It's been 3 days since both my son and husband were hunted down, 3 days since my husband was killed and so would my son of been if he hadn't gone and found his fucking mate, which I wasn't happy about. His mate's an idiot standing up for him as he did, I mean hell his mate was tall, broad, and fucking delicious and would do so much better with... well quite frankly anyone that isn't my son, maybe even me.