My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

Yet Michael pushed me into the depths of despair only three years after our marriage, all because of Wynne’s death. I was the one who chose Wynne as the scholarship recipient, never imagining that my act of kindness would lead to my own demise, leaving me with no place to be buried. From the moment he couldn’t stop praising Wynne for her beauty and brilliance, I should have realized their relationship wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. But I was too blind, and in the end, I not only killed myself but my child as well. A sharp glint cut through the darkness, stinging my eyes.

“I never knew you told jokes this early in the morning, officer. I don’t have time for talks like this. Neither do I find them funny. So bring my wife out from whatever cell you locked her up, else I’ll burn this entire place to the ground,” I growled. And I meant every fucking word I said. I could see the way he shivered at my words. His hands landed harshly on the table and he stood up to face me. “Your wife committed a grave offense, young master. She escaped from prison. And was involved in a ghastly car accident. Her body could not be recovered unfortunately because she burned to death in the car.

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”

With a thud, I dropped to my knees without hesitation. Nina burst into laughter. "Gemma, you ruined Chris and got him thrown in jail, and you think you’ll still have a good life? Dream on! "Chris and I were supposed to get married. He promised we’d be together, and now you’ve destroyed everything!" "Nina, calm down. Chris did terrible things, and he deserves to be punished. "He killed my four children!" "That was my idea." She stepped closer, her face twisted with malice.

Instead, he gives a gentle smile before saying, "She has been cheating on me for years and wanted to kill me. But their plan backfired and killed each other!" "What?" she gasps, covering her mouth. Her eyes glint with concern and disbelief, pupils widening. Her voice is barely audible, cracked by the whirlwind of confusion and empathy. "I saw your wife loving a lot!" "When?" he asks, his eyes locked on her. His voice is calm, but there’s a flicker of something darker beneath it as he watches her body shaking. "That party. You two were so close. I felt bad that I got a crush on a married man. That's disgusting!" she whispers to herself, the last two sentences nearly choked out by a mix of tea

“He was a shithead… a smart one.” Kaida laughed, hollow. “Still, he was my blood, and I wished he were man enough to hold onto life.” “Natasha shot him!” I snapped. “It wasn't her intention, but that fenal… whatever killed him, and you know it.” Kendrick's eyes were pained, but I said it anyway. “Your wife killed him.” I turned to Kaida, guilt and grief coating his eyes. “Your aunt killed him… her niece. What would become of her?”

One day, during a fight, they started hitting each other. My mother-in-law was old, so she could not endure it. She fell, hit her head, and died on the spot. Wendy never expected things to go that far, and she was completely shaken. The series of blows broke her completely. She started going around claiming she was Wendy and that Eric was not her husband. Not long after, on a rainy night, she jumped to her death. People said she had lost her mind. From then on, no one spoke of that family again.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

My parents were old, not to mention both of them had heart conditions. Mara and her parents beat them till they were half-dead. They ended up lying by the side of the road, barely clinging to life. Right at that moment, the hospital called to tell them that Jayden had unfortunately passed away in the hospital. Hearing that their grandson did not survive, my parents' hearts gave out on the spot, and they died right by the side of the road. Thinking about that, rage boiled in my heart.

“I lost my wife, Maria. My first love since we were 12. She died twenty years ago. She was shot. Took her three days to die in a hospital bed, can't you imagine the agony she must have gone through? I still haven't been able to get over it. I don’t think anyone really does to be honest. Empathetically, he walked closer to Felix. “I can tell you loved that woman. Despite the circumstances that made you enemies. I saw it in your face when you were trying to choke him. ‘What did you do?” He asked hoarsely. “To the person who killed your wife.”