Novel & Cerita My Husband Wants Me Dead

I don’t lower my eyes from her gaze. Her lips curve into something that’s not quite a smile. “I want you to kill him." Maybe I’d misheard her. We were just talking about how to help her husband, Jude. But she adds, with a cruel look. “I want you to kill my husband.” I’ve always been eloquent and good with situations. But I’m so flabbergasted that all I can offer is a, “W-what?” The woman’s eyes pull away from me. She picks up her phone, and begins to tap away on it. After a few seconds, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Be with them both. My husband is dead. And so is my son. ***

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

Am I going insane? Right now, I just don't want Hugo to look at me while I cry helplessly and mentally blaming his other friend for what happened to my husband. I don't want Hugo to see me like this. I don't want him to see me now. I don’t want anyone around me. I just want to be alone. "It's okay Rose." He cooed softly. I shake my head vigorously disagreeing with him. "It's not. It's not okay Hugo. This is not okay. This isn't okay at all." I pull my head up to him, “How come this is okay?! My husband is dying!!”

“I didn't come here thinking you will treat me like a Queen. I knew very well what I had put myself into when I said yes to this marriage. But I didn't know that you have so much hatred for me in your heart. If I knew I would rather die than marry you.” I told him looking in his eyes boldly. "Then go and die. Who is stopping you? I will be free then." He told me shamelessly. “Yeah, of course. And before dying I will leave a suicide note saying, how my husband used to torture me and not being able to bear anymore I was doing suicide. My husband is the sole reason behind my suicide. Then after my death you will live the rest of your life behind the bars.” I told him very angrily.

It seems like a nightmare and I wanted to wake up. "It depends on what will your husband replied or you'll die just like those bullshits" "W-Why are you doing this to m-me?" I confusingly whisper. "Too bad, it seems like your husband feeds you with lies" he paused " After killing one of my men, I will kill you to claim my prize" he hissed in my ear. My eyes widened and shake my head. Kill? Vicenzo will never kill someone. How could he accuse my husband like that!

Dona’s don’t kill themselves, they fight till their last breath. “If you wanted to die so badly, you should have done so at your father’s house before getting married to me. But what type of husband would I be if I didn’t give my wife what she so desperately wants.” he snarled, aiming the pistol at me. My heart sank, I was trapped...

“You filthy tramp! How dare you seduce my husband? Using ‘business meetings’ as an excuse to sneak off to a hotel? Do you think I’m an idiot?” Wynne’s screams filled the room as blood streaked down her face, tears mixing with the red. The woman stood up, and before Wynne could recover, she delivered several brutal kicks to her stomach. When blood began to seep through Wynne’s clothes, staining her dress, the woman grabbed her chin with satisfaction. “If you dare go near my husband, Desmond Lee, again, you’ll die without even knowing how it happened. I’ve ignored his affairs for years, but what makes you think you can waltz in with that bastard in your belly and take my place?”

Funny how the man I got married to a few hours ago, had no intentions to save me, if anything, he wanted me killed and out of his way. Pain shot through my chest like I was stabbed with a dagger, but I tried so hard not to show any emotions. Devils like Vincenzo feeds on emotions and I wasn’t letting him feed on mine. “It’d be a win if I take your wife along with me to the afterlife. Wouldn’t it?” The mob leaned forward, his breath fanning my ear. “Say your goodbye to your husband who wants you dead." My heart lodged in my throat and my survival instinct kicked in..