My Husband Killed Our Kid To Save Hers Novels & Stories

His eyes were filled with sorrow as he said, "Our son was perfectly fine. How could he suddenly have heart disease? You must have deliberately interfered to prevent me from receiving Ciara's call. You're the reason I couldn't get to her in time. "Solange, I've told you countless times that Ciara and I were just friends. Why did you keep hurting her? She stopped taking her medication because of you. If anyone deserves to die, it's you!" I had no idea what Joel was talking about, but he didn't give me a chance to explain. "You're the one who killed Ciara. Now you'll feel the horror of dying due to unimaginable heart pain," Joel declared. With a scalpel, he made an incision from my throat down

"Then come home with me. Please." "The woman who wanted your love, the wife who cried for your affection, and the mother who begged you to save our baby... she died on your floor," I said, looking down at him without a single flicker of emotion. "You already killed her, Damien. You stood by the door and watched her die." Damien stared up at me, his mouth parting slightly, his eyes wide with a sudden, horrifying realization. The silence between us was heavier than the storm, thick with the permanent, absolute destruction of everything we had built.

"You should be down on your knees thanking me. Because I just saved your daughter's life from the clutches of her in-laws who intended to slaughter her." "What do you mean, you Devil?!" Richard snapped harshly. "The real devil is her beloved husband. That worthless Kessler who can't even protect his own wife!" I hissed, my eyes narrowing as they flashed with a lethal glint. "Let me tell you one thing. Mary and the fetus she is carrying barely survived a premeditated murder attempt by Victoria Kessler." "Bullshit!" Richard staggered back, his face turning deathly pale as he tried to reject reality. "The Kessler family would never—"

“Finally, this baby’s bone marrow is a match for Lily’s. If it wasn’t, I’d have to kill him too!" I stood there, completely paralyzed, my blood running cold. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. So, my four children who died, were they all killed by him? The entire time he was so eager to have children with me, it wasn’t for our family. It was all to find a suitable bone marrow match for Nina Jasper’s daughter? Tears began to fall uncontrollably, and I covered my mouth, trying not to make a sound. Just then, I heard Bob walking toward the door. I quickly ducked into the restroom to hide.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

he had said, his voice a twisted blend of pleading and menace, "I swear, if you save Emily, we’ll finally be happy. If not, should Emily die, I’ll follow her." He had framed it as a plea, but I knew it for what it was—a threat. After my parents passed, I had nothing. They left me with a crumbling company and crushing debt. It was Caleb’s family that pulled me from the edge of financial ruin, paying off every cent. From that moment on, my life felt like it belonged to him. I knew Caleb would never actually kill himself, but even the hint of it was enough to break my resolve. With that, looking into the eyes of the man I had loved for ten years, I gave in. I agreed to terminate our child and g

He grasped Alia’s hand, his voice brimming with emotion, “My dear, you’re awake! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Alia’s eyes widened, her breath catching in shock. Her mind went blank, and for a moment, the pain in her chest vanished. She knew this man—she could never forget him. He was the very same man who, just last night, had murdered his wife and shot at her, the castle’s cold-blooded killer—Marcellus!

I asked. “He was a trafficker. I got pregnant three times and gave birth, but he would say the baby was dead. He was selling my babies to some mafia lord for money. He did it so well that I never suspected. Imagine mourning your dead children and asking God why when your husband is responsible. So when I found out, I killed him myself. And I am not sorry." Tears welled up in my eyes; I could not imagine myself having such a husband. Daniel was bad, but this was worse. Or maybe they were the same.

Solidarity. "Damien Cross is not my kidnapper. He is my husband. The father of my child. And yes—he has killed. Seventeen people across four countries. Every single one of them was an assassin sent by my former family to murder me. To murder our daughter. He killed to protect us. Not for money. Not for power. For survival." Sarah gave me the three-minute warning.

I told him. " My son was killed by a hunter a few months ago. They disagreed, and he got killed for it. I killed my wife the night the hunters killed Malachi because she attacked us." He said, weeping seriously. I had heard enough. We carried him back to the pack with us.