My Husband Killed Our Kid To Save Hers Novels & Stories

50 million bucks and he still finds it insufficient? “Impossible. My husband is not such a person!” Selena immediately stepped forward, then confronted that woman. “If he wanted to kill your child, he wouldn’t have jumped down there in the first place. Saving him, then just to kill him? Isn’t that just redundant?” Unexpectedly, that woman immediately grabbed Fane by the collar and shouted, “I don’t care. My son was doing just fine earlier. He was crying and could talk to others. Now he’s just lying on the ground, not even moving. I don’t care, I want my son to wake up right now!”

He turned, his arm swinging toward me, the barrel of the gun staring straight into my face. In that moment, I didn’t think of myself, I thought of my child and grandchild, I thought of the boy I tried to save, I thought of how cruelty keeps spreading when no one stops it. The gun went off, a scream of pain exploded through the room, but it wasn’t me who fell. It was my husband. He stepped in front of me without hesitation, his body jerking as the bullet tore into him. I screamed his name. The world collapsed into noise and terror and blood. And Thomas stood there, holding the gun, staring at what he had done.

“What is she pretending to do this time? Ignore her. I’m busy with Olivia. Do not bother me with her nonsense.” The call ended. My heartbeat grew weaker. As my consciousness blurred, someone grabbed my hand and said urgently to the doctor, “I am her husband. Do whatever it takes. No matter the cost, make sure she survives!”

“Did I drag her into it? It was you who dragged her into it! You formed a mate bond with her. She became pregnant with your pup. Then you grew increasingly kind to her. I was consumed by jealousy! “I’m evil, and I did all the bad things. But the one who chose not to believe her was you! “Your relationship was so fragile that all I needed was a few words to drive a wedge between you! “Do you remember? You pulled Grace in front of me, into the path of the dagger! You killed your own pup with your own hands! “Grace barely managed to stay alive, and you dragged her off the hospital bed. She was screaming in pain. It sounded so beautiful!

I was already exhausted and weak from it. My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. Rebecca was standing beside him. I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered.

“Your ‘adoptive brother’ is faithful to me. You’re saying that your baby is his? What do you think will happen to it?” Wendy’s face twisted in horror. She knew that she was in trouble and quickly stumbled back. She began moving toward the spot where Damiano was hiding. However, I aimed my gun at her belly. Frightened, Wendy cried out, “Damiano, save me! Save our child!” Everyone then looked at the person she was crawling toward.

I frowned, about to hang up. But as if she knew what I was thinking, she continued talking. "I just accidentally saw his phone. From his chat history with his friends, he knew from the very beginning that it was my parents who came that day, not yours. He deliberately didn't say anything and led me step by step to believe they were your family. He told his friends my parents were 'obstacles,' the biggest barrier to taking over my assets. So I was the one who handed him the knife, and even helped him kill the people closest to me." Her voice suddenly carried a chilling, light laugh. "I just wanted you to know the truth, even though I have no right to ask for your forgiveness anymore. Ezekiel,

I asked. “What happened is that I prioritized my happiness above reason and I was dumb enough to think that happily ever after existed.” She remained quiet. “Was he killed?” I asked gently. She nodded. “On our son’s five year old birthday, my mate decided to pay us a visit. He killed my husband and nailed him to my son’s tree house and it only took everything I had in me to fight him off and escape with my son.” “That’s tragic,” I said. “But where is your son now?”

The manipulative bastard didn't want anyone to grab the attention away from him, he didn't want her to be his child's mother, so, He killed their child. She still remember the day he gave her a glass of milk, just a few minutes after she drank that milk, her body didn't corporate with her and she fell on the ground, the only she remembered before the pain took over her senses was her husband crouching beside her and telling her how he couldn't stand anyone else taking away her attention from him, he didn't want any children.

He scoops me up in his arms, and for a moment, he's my husband again—scared, desperate to save me. "It's going to be okay," he whispers as he carries me down the stairs. "Everything's going to be okay." But we both know it's not. Our baby is dying, and the man I loved killed it. ---