Novel & Cerita My Husband Killed Our Kid To Save Hers

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.

“No. The accident that made you lose our children.” Her breath hitched, and it worsened my anxiety. “Please, say anything you want to.” “What happened to our babies, Ronan?” “I killed them. I took that decision without your knowledge.” And it suddenly felt like the lump in my throat had gone further down my stomach, a burning sensation in my chest as I stared at my wife. “You…you what?” she asked in disbelief.“I had to. You were dying. I had to save you!” “And you didn't save our children? They were my kids! Mine!” she shouted this time. Her eyes watered down now, her ears and nose the reddest I'd seen as she sniffed.

They were both Celebrities and they didn't want the 3-year-old me to spoil their huge plan so they dumped me in a forest and Absconded. Ahhhhhh! “You killed your own parent!?” Sophia asked in anxiety. Yes! I did before I even got married and they said my child would be the one to end me. Those hypocrites think I was gonna dump my daughter like they do. As for my husband, I killed him and his whole family and burned down the whole house to make it look like Homicide.

I could not even imagine that he would go so low to save his girlfriend. His girlfriend tried to take the life of an innocent child, but he killed the diver who was the only clue to this accident to save his murderous girlfriend. I now feel that this useless man would go to the last corner of the world to save his girlfriend. When he can ignore a child my heart aches to think how he treated my Mom for his witch girlfriend "

My wife collapsed on the ground after trying to protect and save the very people who had also betrayed her from the beginning. Her own parents stood over her, and the broken vase beside her body made it painfully obvious what had happened. Her mother stared at my wife with horror, her trembling hands covered in blood from the broken vase she probably used to hit her daughter, as realization slowly sank in. “Oh my God…” she sobbed hysterically as she stumbled toward her husband. “I killed our daughter!” “It’s fine,” her father replied coldly, not even bothering to comfort her properly. His eyes immediately shifted toward Kassandrah with disgusting greed. “You did what you had to do. We did ou

“Easton, you’re vicious! If Hugh hadn’t stepped in to remind me, I would have believed your lies! “You were putting up an act with Aunt Lydia previously, and now, you’re still cursing my dad? “Just wait and see. I won’t let you win!” She spoke viciously, but I was not listening. All I could think of was Luther’s ashen face underneath the white cloth. I did not expect Hugh to be the drunk driver who killed Luther. I could not help but lunge at Hugh. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck. “Easton, you’re mad!” Meg grabbed my arms and threw me onto the floor.

Henry had always been scared of the dark, and I could not bear for him to stay alone in the cold morgue. The following day, while I was on my way to the crematorium, I received tons of calls and messages from Matthew. I ignored them all. I held my son’s urn close to me and started contacting both friends and family to tell them about Henry’s death. That took me an entire day. Once I got back to our rental house, I found my husband sitting in his chair. His expensive suit had been replaced with cheap clothes. The moment he saw me, he jumped forward to hold my hand.

“Where is he now?” I shrugged lightly, tilting my head to the side to catch a glance of him. Why does he care where my husband is? I wondered. But then the realization dawned on me that Kiesha hadn't told him the real deal of what happened to me when she made that call to him. She didn't tell him that it was my husband trying to set me up after he had killed our unborn pup. And that makes me wonder even more: what did she tell him that was convincing enough to save me?

“The wife started plotting to kill her. By then, I was just two years old, and Miriam had a little girl—a beautiful baby. I spent my days with her; she was so loved by her parents, especially by the man.” Ava leaned closer, urging me to continue. “And the wife? She wanted to kill her own child, even though the baby was from a surrogate mother. It was still her child, right?" Ava's eyes narrowed in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would she want to kill her own child?” “No, no, Ava,” I explained. “She didn’t want to kill her child. Her plan was to have the baby born first, and then she would kill Miriam. That way, she could keep the child and take her husband for herself.”

I almost looked away. But Cassian didn’t let me. His fingers touched my cheek again. “You don’t have to be afraid of that.” “I am.” “Why?” “Because the last time I loved my husband…” My voice broke. “He killed me.” Cassian’s expression changed. Pain crossed his eyes. “I am not Damon.” “I know.” “And I will never ask you to forget what happened.” “I don’t want to.” “Then don’t.” He leaned closer. “But you deserve to discover what love feels like when it doesn’t come with a blade.”