My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

It's only a day after my death, and my wife, Abbie Johnson, is at a hotel with her first love, wearing a red dress. I once told her while I was drunk, "Next life around, I'll let you go. And I'll set myself free, too." Abbie just rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I can't wait. Hope that day comes sooner." Now she gets her wish. I'm gone. She walks right past my body without batting an eye. Yet the moment they slide me into the incinerator, she suddenly charges forward like she has lost her mind. "Can we please just stop fighting?"

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

The small movement jolted the woman, and she shoved me away. Her eyes fixed on something, and she quickly crawled over the asphalt to the discarded knife on the floor, raising it with both hands. "You killed him. You killed my husband!" "Are you blind, lady? Your husband was already dying in that car with you. And considering he didn't tell you about his bite, I have a feeling he was ready to kill you and the crazy bitch that stole our ride once he turned," I snapped. She flinched at my words, and I was on the verge of actually losing it.

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to

Eli Jefferson decides to go to the shopping mall to buy a present for his son, Zachary Foley, who is about to celebrate his first birthday. Alas, once again, he runs into Jason Snider, who causes a scene, calling him a homewrecker and beating him up. To keep Zachary out of harm's way, Eli is forced to endure the beating without fighting back. Jason pummels him until he's covered in bruises and almost breaks a few of his bones. In the end, Eli has no choice but to call the police. Both men are taken to the police station—and both claim to be the husband of Christina Foley. The police officer calls Christina to verify their claims. When Jason hears that Christina will be coming down to the

That man is a dog, I wished things could run faster, but I guess this is just the best, I will be so patient enough to see them going down slowly without knowing what struck them. I suffered for this man, I went through a lot because of him, I sacrificed myself just for his happiness. The love I gave him was raw and undiluted love, like a newly tapped wine, yet he had the effrontery to turn his back on me. He's gonna suffer because of this, and when he finally goes down, I will make sure that the Queen goes down with him, let her feel my pains. ****Flashback**** After my husband died, which was on on the 1st of September, 1996. I decided to avenge all those that had hands in his death.

I said angrily, still screaming because of all the pain I'm feeling right now. It all made sense to me now. The reason why she didn't left me a suicide note is because she was killed by none other than her own husband. Her fucking husband whom she loved the most to a certain extent that she became a martyred wife. She suffered all throughout their marriage but she still loved him unconditionally. She tried her best to have a happy family to a certain extent that she forgot to love herself. And the moment when she finally realized her worth, that's when her fucking husband killed her.

“ My husband is dead? You are kidding right? I asked. “ No, It’s the truth ma” one of the man said to me. Tears dripped down my face, I walk to pick my bag and walk out of the house. I picked my cab and return to the states with my return ticket. When I got back to the states, I asked how it happened and I was told my husband was killed by Mikel and Irene’s daughter while trying to save her Mira.

"Okay." "I'm going to start off by saying that I am sorry, Beau. What happened a few days ago was all me, never you." He placed his cup down on the coffee table and sat forward, his arms hanging between his legs. "Several years back, my wife died in a head-on collision on a night where we argued like never before. She'd been having an affair behind my back, had asked me for a divorce, and I'd demanded time. Not because we could fix things, but because being a man in my position, I wanted to make things as painless for both of us as possible." "I'm sorry for your loss." Felt like the right things to say, but tasted like ash. Made me feel like a horrible person for hating a woman who'd died an