My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

His grey pants and long-sleeved shirt covered most of his body but he didn't appear to be injured to me. "The accident. It was you." I whispered and his gaze narrowed at me. "You have to believe that we didn't mean to hurt you, it was all a mistake__" "It wasn't me!!" He bellowed, thick angry veins pulsating in his neck. "Your mistake took them away from me! You killed her!!" He yanked my shoulders, dragging me off the bed. "My wife is dead because of your fucking mistake!" His eyes were wet with tears.

"You are acting weird Richard. Are you sure you are ok?" "How can I be ok when all I want right now is to bend you over this couch and fuck your damn pussy so slowly and passionately, the way you've never been fucked before." "Richard?" Her eyes dilate. "What are you talking about?" "My wife never died, I mean she died but it was never an accident. He fucked her to death! He fucking fucked her to death!"

He said angrily as he clinched his hands like it looks like he could punch someone while his eyes was red in tears. Zelia couldn't help but to feel awful about what happened to her wife. She could understand his agony but it's still bad to kill someone that easily. "So, all of them—" "Yes, I killed them all and made fun of their body. They don't deserve to live! How dare they kill my wife in that state! They made fun of my wife! My wife didn't do anything wrong to them! She never even thought of bad-mouthing them! Never in her life that she was selfish and hurt someone! But why? W-Why did t-hey k-killed m-my wife? Why d-did they d-do that to my wife in t-that i-inapporiatte state?"He said as

The mate bond between us, the warm, pulsing thread that connected my heart to his, suddenly snapped off. It didn't just fade away. It shattered into a million pieces, leaving a void so vast and cold that it felt like my entire chest had been ripped open. I stood there, frozen. I stared down at his motionless body. His chest wasn't rising. He wasn't breathing. There was no heartbeat. Nothing. Thump. Silence fell over the courtyard, heavy and suffocating. My husband was dead, and I was the one who had killed him.

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

I sighed in defeat since it had come to this. My life had gotten lonelier. I did not see this coming. First, it was my wife. She lost the spark of life in her eyes, before she left me and Michael forever. But to think that Cassandra was the cause of her death, I hated myself even more. I was the one who killed my precious wife. I had killed her using my own stupid bare hands. I was so stupid. What right did I even have to ask Michael to visit me? It was for the best that he should keep on hating me because his hatred for me was something I deserved.

"It's irritating." I blinked, still trembling, struggling to find my voice. "She's dead," I whispered, my throat raw. "You killed her." His eyes flicked over to me, cold and unfeeling. "Insignificant people die every day. If you're going to be my wife, you need to toughen up. Crying over them is pointless." I couldn't breathe. The tears fell harder, my chest tightening as I stared at him in disbelief. His wife? His wife. I was supposed to spend the rest of my life tied to this... this monster?

“Who are you?! How dare you pretend to be me and act so intimate with my wife?!” Olivia’s eyes flickered. She immediately pointed at me and shouted, “So that is it! You have been cheating all along! Your lover even came to the hospital!” Jason looked disappointed. “I treated you wholeheartedly. I have been good to you all these years. Why would you betray me?” I almost laughed. “I have never done anything to betray you. On the contrary, you and your precious Olivia have been involved with each other all along. You caused my mother’s death, and now, you are turning the blame on me?”

I'm never going to let that happen again! I don't want to tell her! I don't want her to know! And yet, my lips seem to move on their own. Every damn emotion comes rolling to my lips before I can stop it! "My wife died on my table from a car accident," I murmur, blinking tears from my fucking eyes I haven't been able to hold back, even though I'm sure she already knows this. I don't think a damn person in this hospital doesn't know this story. It was all over the news!

I muttered. She grinned widely and shook her head. "My husband found out something about you. And he had a heart attack, which was what killed him. You killed him!” She spat out. My throat knotted, and my blood froze as her words echoed in my head. "What do you mean?” I whispered. She drew closer and gripped my shoulders. "You killed him with your reckless behavior. He died because of the heartbreak you caused him!” She spat. Shivers rushed down my spine, and my breath ceased as my eyes darted from her face to that of the others. They all had that grim look on their faces, and their eyes were filled with hatred and disgust towards me.