Novel & Cerita My Husband Wants Me Dead

She looked at her husband, still reeling from the shock. Keith's expression was as dark as thunder. "That's nonsense, brat!" "Nonsense?" Matthew waved the photos in their faces. "I have proof! Wendy found everything! You motherfuckers!" He smashed the bottle against the ground and glared at the baby bump with crimson eyes. "And that little bastard!" He cried, "I'll get rid of it!" He lunged at Rochelle, his hands closing in around her throat. He wanted to kill the unborn baby by destroying its mother.

Violence at mom and me got worse , I begged her to leave but she didn't because even then keeping family together was important for her. So, I stayed back for her. And now once again I am stuck in the guilt and remorse, but my husband doesn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. "Did you really think I would stop touching what is mine just because you tried to use my dead fiancee whom you killed against me? " His words rang in my ear, that's what he said to me last night. Tears blurred my vision and I took a shaky breath. Why don't he understand that its wrong, soon he will regret touching me when he will realize how wrong it is.

He was arguing with someone. His face was pale. Desperate. Terrified. And then she heard words that changed everything. Words she would never forget. "If Emma finds out what really happened," Daniel said, "we're all dead." The video abruptly ended. And Emma realized her husband's double life might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

It wasn’t until then that they realized I had actually been missing for several days. My phone just wouldn't connect, so Dad instinctively frowned and hung up impatiently. “Don’t worry about her,” he said coldly. “She’s probably already gone back to Adrian. Just cancel her card. I’d like to see how long she can last out there.” My husband thought I had gone back to my parents' house on my own, while my parents were convinced that my disappearance meant I had simply gone back to my husband. The two groups were each set on their own views; they had never truly cared about my situation, so naturally they failed to notice the inconsistencies and oddities in it all.

The dead man isn't my husband Nathan, but his twin brother Nick! How weird! I'm dumbfounded. If Nathan is still alive, why did the texter insist that the man in the room wasn't my husband? Who killed Nick on earth? The only person who has a reason to do it is Nathan! He must have had an intense fight with Nick about the money, and accidentally killed him in a rage. "I have to call the police now!" I murmur to myself and take out my phone to dial 911.

The imagination of his hard dick inside of me again, making me moan. “ Continue babe, you wanted to say something about your ex-wives. What really happened?” This whole thing about my own husband having a number of ex-wives is just fucking scary. Like how can I marry a man before knowing he’s been married multiple times? Is it really worth my attention? I’ve successfully turned him on. He should speak soon. “ I actually killed one of them. She… she…” he said halfway, he had falling on my chest, his eyes dropping waters. My pussy tripping.

I asked frustrated. I hear him chuckle, "You know baby girl you worry way too much besides if he wanted to kill you he would have done it already," my dick head of a husband smirks. "Oh, yeah he would have already what I don't understand is why the hell kill me and not just you? I mean no offense but you are the one that's got everything he wanted so why me? God you men are confusing as fuck!" I groaned. I think I need some girl time because this whole week I have been couped up with Martin with no contact with the outside world and it's getting frustrating.

"What are you talking about?" I smiled, and it widened when he looked a bit afraid. "A man tried to rape my wife once. He's still alive, technically. Though he probably wishes he wasn't." I leaned closer. "You've tried to kill my wife multiple times now. What do you think I'm going to do to you?" “Just kill me already!” He hissed.

I don't know, but it feels like my husband faked his own death. "Maybe to get away from me," I thought but couldn't tell why. " Was I such a bad wife?" "Did my husband desire my sister so much that he faked his death? But how could she agree to all of this? We are twins for goodness sake. We are sisters." At the brink of madness, I massaged my head. I need to stay calm and think clearly. But how do I do that when the husband I buried is right outside, with my sister in his arms.

I shook my head while laughing. I'm sorry my dear husband because the woman you planned to kill will kill you. Not right now but I will make sure you die in my hands. Because I’m not just an ordinary person. I'm the person you wouldn't think I was like that.