My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"Tell me what happened after that." She hesitated. "I don't know. I was dead." Pain tore through my chest. I jerked away from her. My feet hit the floor, and I tried to stand. My legs folded. I caught the bedpost before I could fall, dragging in a breath that did absolutely nothing for the suffocating pressure behind my ribs. "Azai!" Ember scrambled towards me, but the room was already spinning. My wife had been dead. I had spent months telling myself I could never kill her because death would take her somewhere I couldn't follow.

“Claire! I-I didn't know this would happen! It was supposed to be that bastard’s mother!” Within moments, Henry’s face was swollen beyond recognition. Blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth. Just then, Claire’s father rushed into the hospital. The instant he saw his wife’s body, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious. He and his wife had shared a loving marriage for decades. Seeing the love of his life die so horribly was simply too much for him to bear. “Dad! Doctor, please save my father!” Claire cried out in a panic. She had already lost her mother. She could not bear to lose her father too.

“You little troublemaker.” His mother stood beside them, watching with a warm, satisfied smile. I stood not far away, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Blood dripped down, but I did not feel a thing. One of them was my husband — Cedric Foster — the man I had been told died eight years ago during a mission. The other was his mother, who was supposed to be in a long-term care facility as a vegetative patient. Yet here they were — alive, well, and building a new family with another woman.

"No... no... this can't be..." "I— I talked to him this morning... he's supposed to be in Vienna today... at fashion week..." "He hid it from you. He quietly transferred all his shares so he could surprise you on what was supposed to be the biggest day of your life." I pointed at Jason. "And you. You and the lapdog you raised. What kind of surprise did you give him?" "You beat him to death. And then you dumped him in a septic tank." "AAAAAAH!!!"

I was a little dumbfounded when I received the call from the hospital. My father-in-law, Luther Smith, had just brought my wife Meg Smith’s favorite food over. He had just left when he got into a car accident. I immediately rushed to the hospital. On the way, I kept calling Meg. She was a lawyer, and she was usually very busy. It was normal for her to ignore my calls. However, this time, it was important that she pick up the phone. Luther was in a critical condition in the hospital!

My wife, Carlie, and I had been checking out property in the area for years. It was still hard to believe she was gone. She wasn’t going to get to spend her days sitting on our back deck and sipping sweet tea. Life was unfair. My wife of twenty years had been killed instantly in a horrific crash that turned my life upside down. Olin’s life had been forever changed as well. It was crazy that one person could make one bad decision and change the course of life for complete strangers. I had to let go of the anger. The anger had driven me into a very dark place for months after she’d been killed. I couldn’t go back there.

When she finally regains her senses and then raises her head to look at her husband with a hand on her cheek and stinging eyes filled with slowly dropping tears, she is met with a violent stare. With a red face, Noah says. “Then I would have been proud that my so called wife had died while doing her duties, instead of shying away from them like the coward you are.” Noah stuns Natalia again, only with his words this time. “Noah,” She begins once more with tears in her voice as Noah turns his back to walk away.

I snarl as I think about Kai touching Red in that shithole bar. The priest raises his rosary to his lips and kisses it as he mutters a silent prayer. When he is done, I continue. "The fourth man I killed not long ago. His blood still flows freely through the cracks of my driveway as we speak. I lost my temper when I shoved my wife into the boot of my SUV. She refused to obey my orders and I was unaware that she suffered from Claustrophobia." "And your men suffered as a result of your lack of interest in learning about your wife's medical condition?" He asks firmly with his brows raised.

If I hadn’t, he would have killed his hostage. I tried to remind myself this was very much the same. Actually, it was more. This isn't some random person that could have died. This was my wife, the woman I was in love with. I couldn’t let him shoot her. So I took the shot and killed the man. I possibly made a woman a widow and took a father from his children just so I wouldn’t become a widower.