Novel & Cerita My Husband Wants Me Dead

Kelvin's friends approached with a young woman. Kelvin rushed to her side, concerned. "All done. I told you to wait for me. Why did you come out so quickly?" The woman looked pale and glared at me suspiciously. "Who's that?" Kelvin's friend William Henderson leaned in. "Oh, that's Hannah, the jinx." "Got her husband killed after just one year of marriage. Hey, where's your baby? Did you get it killed too?" I slapped William across the face. I didn't care about Kelvin being dead or alive, but cursing my baby? I'd slap him to death!

he completed, “ to feed yourself lies you know aren't true” I snapped my eyes shut, my throat bobbing up and down. He was right. I wanted to believe I was overthinking it. I wanted to believe that my husband was being framed. “ If he signed a DNR, then why did the doctor still save me? Why didn't I die?” I asked, brows gathered. Stupid. I knew they were stupid excuses but my emotions justified it. “ He wanted you dead. I didn't” he dropped then turned away, “ rest, losing a loved one is already enough pain” he added, an edge to his voice.

He placed his forehead on mine and whispered, “I love you, too. But you have to promise me never to do anything like this again.” “I cannot promise that. But I am getting tired of waking up in a hospital so I will try to stop doing crazy things,” I chuckled. He huffed and pulled me closer. “You will be the death of me. No more doing shit like this, got it?” he ordered. “Yes, husband,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Is he dead?” I questioned. I knew he would understand without any further explanation. He stiffened and replied, “Yes. He is dead. He will never bother our family again.”

he said and his words cut deep. " I might be nothing to you and everyone, but we mean the world to each other. Please let me remain by my husband's side, if he dies you can kill me because I do not wish to continue to live without him." I said determined and resigned. " How touching. Human emotions don't work with me. Now you will tell me what you and Jasper Wild are planning before I lose my temper!" he said getting angry. I had nothing to say. All I could do was plead.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

You were pregnant then, and my mom was… I couldn't lose my job, so…" So he could lie to me for seven whole years, keep me tied to his paralyzed mother, and trick me into giving birth to Tessa. Now that Paula was gone, he was eager to kick me to the curb. Even Tessa was just a tool to keep me trapped in this family. I looked at his face, and all I felt was disgust. I pulled my hand back coldly and slapped him across the face. "You make me sick." Arthur's head turned from the slap.

"If I wasn't going to remain committed to this marriage, I would never have gotten married to you in the first place." He came closer and pushed my hair behind my ears, "So no, Chocolate," He came even closer and bent, pressing his lips to my cheek, "I have never spent my nights with another woman ever since you happened." Heat burned my face so terribly, I pushed him away and covered my face with my hands. He had seen right through me. I knew I wasn't exaggerating about his eyes. They definitely could see right into my soul. Last night, four people had died because of me, yet, here I was, mad that my husband might be spending his nights with other women.

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

Mum asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Yes," I admitted bluntly. "I don't want to kill them, but I do want them to wish they were dead. Maybe not the child, but the other two—" "One of them being your wife now?" Dad said, his tone laced with skepticism as he furrowed his eyebrows. I smiled but there was no warmth behind it, "My wife is dead, and the man I used to be died with her. That woman will never be more than a burden in exchange for Amy's life."

"There's a gentleman here who insists on seeing you. He says he's your husband." The world tilts sideways. My grip on the phone tightens until my knuckles pale. "Ms. Reyes? Are you there?" "I don't have a husband," I manage. "My divorce was finalized months ago." Zoe looks at me sharply, picking up on my distress. "That's what I told him," Marlene continues, "but he's quite... insistent. Should I call security?" Through the phone, I hear a familiar voice in the background, smooth, reasonable, the voice Alex uses when he's manipulating strangers. My skin crawls.