My Husband's Killer Affair Novels & Stories

I hated her betrayal, I hated her affair, I hated her distrust, and I hated that she had a hand in Luther’s death. We did not complete the divorce proceedings. I became widowed, and I inherited Meg’s fortune. In our old house, I found the pot Luther had brought. Meg had already eaten all the chili. I washed it again and again, and I tried to feel what Luther felt when he brought the pot over. I thought about how disappointed he was when he found that I was the only one at home. It was not just a pot. It was a father’s love. I wiped that pot and carefully packaged it into a box.

He grabbed her hands so firmly and not letting go “I think you should leave anddod ow bllethis destroysyouo,u too,” he said She rejected with her head. “It’s not your place to decide that, it’s in mine.” He laughs, “You’re stubborn.” “You noticed,” she said. He smiled, after a while since he was arrested People gathered outside the detention center, waiting for Maria as she walked out Cameras flashed. Loud voices everywhere. “Did you know your husband was a murderer?” “Was the marriage fake?”

Julian's POV When my wife, Monica Jackson, said those words, I finally raised my head to look at her. We'd dated for four years and been married for five. We'd shared the best years of our youth. I never expected that things between us would end up like this. I curled my lips into a bitter smile. But Monica, acting as if she didn't see it, asked darkly, "I'll give you one last chance. Where is Billy?" I wanted to sneer at her. But my one moment of willfulness had already dragged my entire family down with me.

“We didn’t.” “And that makes it better?” Alvin’s voice rose. “You think just because you didn’t plan it, it’s okay? Clause, my own best friend? My sister-in-law...” “Don’t,” I cut in quietly. “Don’t bring her into this.” “She’s dead!” he exploded. “And you’re sleeping with her husband!” His words echoed in the high ceilings of the sitting room like thunder. I didn’t flinch, but Gary did. He looked like someone had slapped him.

"Look-this just came in from Kane. Called it, didn't I?" I stared at the screen, stunned. There he was, Marcus, fuming in the hallway like he was about to explode. Had he completely lost it? What right did an ex-husband have to stir up drama like this? Shouldn't he be at the hospital, keeping an eye on Maria? Even if he wanted that Alpha woman gone, the act wasn't over yet. Ditching now? Surely he knew Maria wasn't the type to let him walk away quietly. I handed his phone back, feeling kind of embarrassed. "Sorry you got dragged into this mess."

Yet, I could not sleep all night as I waited for him to come home safe and victorious. However, I received news that Damiano had perished in an explosion while trying to save one of his subordinates. I suppressed the sorrow I felt and sent men on a search for him. Later, I ended up receiving an email from an unknown sender. It came with a pregnancy report and a photo of Damiano gently caressing Wendy Cara’s belly. It turned out that he had only faked his death. He had abandoned me the night before our wedding to accompany another woman. My heart was completely shattered. It hurt so much that it felt as if a knife had cut through me.

I don't know if my prediction is correct, but there is a look of surprise on his face. My husband wants me to get pregnant, but this is what happens to us. If you want, we can trade or husbands, so I won't be at a loss like you did to me. " I teased him, then he exploded and dropped his phone. "No!" "Yes, can you please tell me how long you have had an affair with my husband?" I asked directly while he didn't know if I was annoyed or if I was making fun of him. One year and four months later, I smirk and laugh sarcastically. This is the answer that I want.

They were wild and crazy and I easily felt comfortable letting my hair down with them. They were also quite flirtatious. I was still a hot number and they had no reservations about letting me know it. A surprising number of players had come on to me throughout the years. I was always tempted but never yielded. I knew that once I opened that door, I wouldn't be able to close it. Fucking them did not seem worth the risk. That changed when I learned of my husband's affair. For the first time in my marriage, I seriously considered giving in to those desires.

In the whole year that we have dated, I have never once cheated on him. After he was out of sight, I went inside my apartment and slammed my door shut. I sat my purse on the couch before I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. Why was he always acting like this? I have never done anything that warranted the right for him to be suspicious of me. I may be guilty of still being in love with Wren, but I was never going to act on that. Besides, Wren made it clear about how he felt about me a long time ago. Or rather, what he didn’t feel about me.

"And you destroyed a dying patient's only lifeline over some pathetic jealousy!" "You are cold-blooded beyond belief!" I looked at that agonized face of his and let out a low laugh. The laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty hospital room, eerie and unhinged. The iterative drug I'd poured my heart and soul into formulating for her — she'd smashed it with her own hands. And this husband of mine, so quick to accuse me of being cold-blooded — He couldn't even read the encrypted lab serial number on that culture dish. My serial number.