My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

“You want to get married while everything is falling apart?” “Exactly,” he said. “Because love built in chaos can’t be broken by it.” She stared at him, speechless. “You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” “Why now?” He took a deep breath, eyes fierce. “Because after we marry, I’m going to expose every secret Julian Voss has buried. Every lie, every bribe, every person he’s destroyed. And when we’re done, there won’t be a single stone left standing.” Her breath caught. “Jason… that’s suicide.”

“And I know you’ve been wound tight for weeks. Maybe what you need is… release.” I stared at her, silent long enough for her confidence to melt away. My blood didn’t heat, not even a little. My wife had killed our enemy less than twenty-four hours ago. Analide with her perfect lipstick and shallow words couldn’t touch what that did to me. I stood slowly, coming around the desk. For a second, her chin tipped up like she thought I was going to give her what she wanted. Instead, I fisted her arm and dragged her to the door. Hard enough that her heels scraped the floor.

I was already exhausted and weak from it. My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. Rebecca was standing beside him. I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered.

She's probably dumping him the second they get back. Ever since I married Everett, he had wanted me to quit my job and stay home full-time. I said no. Right before I gave birth, the house we were living in got seized and auctioned off. We were kicked out and forced into a tiny rental. That was when I found out the truth. Before we even got married, Everett had already been blacklisted. His business partner had run off with the money, leaving him buried in debt. The business collapsed not long after. He couldn't pay back the bank loans, so his name ended up on the default list.

"Tristin, it seems this illness hasn't cured your temper! If you're going to be this ungrateful, you don't need to be in this hospital. I'm taking you home, so I can teach you how to behave." She turned to go handle the discharge papers. I sneered. "Lily, you aren't even my wife. What right do you have to discharge me?" Lily froze. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you playing hard to get? If I'm not your wife, who is? Who else would ever want to be with a deadbeat like you?" As soon as she said that, a firm female voice echoed from the doorway. "That would be me. I'm his wife."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

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.

"My son had been nothing but a loving husband to her throughout their entire marriage. I can't believe that he was met with such a cruel fate after all that he'd done!" Upon hearing what my mom had said, everyone in the court glanced toward the defendants with contempt. Once Gabriel realized that all of the evidence had been uncovered by the police, he frantically tried to mitigate his offense. "I didn't mean to kill Alex Campbell! Sarah was the one who asked me to do it!" he yelled. He continued, "When I ran into her a month ago, she told me about how hard her life was and asked me to help her. I had a few drinks that night, but I only ended up killing the man because she convinced me to do

"My wife? And what about my wife, who is already dead?" "She was killed." At those words, a harsh gust of wind struck my face. Cold swept over me, and something like dread clenched in my chest. "Are you high?" I asked flatly. He looked around again before facing me, and now I could see he was serious. "I'm not on drugs, sir. I had been drinking that day, yes-but I'm sure of what I saw. Your wife could've lived if that woman had saved her." "What are you talking about?!" I shouted.

Renee Fuller, my wife, suddenly stops talking about divorce after her 18th failed attempt. She has failed every attempt before this, after all. I catch them at a hotel and cover the company lobby with photos of her in bed with Edward Chester, her male assistant. I beat Edward up so badly at the press conference that he suffers a concussion and develops PTSD. Renee has every reason to hate me, but even so, she drops the subject of divorce completely. She is home every day right on schedule and hands over her phone. She updates me on her whereabouts every hour and even keeps a 24-hour video call running when she travels for work. I still can't put my mind at ease, though. I keep pestering h