My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

I went to his direction, put my left foot on top of his stomach and looked at him. “By the way…” I paused. “I have forgotten to inform you that I'm the wife of my husband. I'm Alpha Tobias' wife, asshole.” Just before he could react, I had already killed him. I turned my head in Tobias' direction but I couldn't find him there. My chest pounded about that, so I went out of the house and saw what was happening outside. The men of Alpha Tobias were currently still fighting the enemies. We didn't expect that there would be a lot of them, either. Some of Tobias' men died and it just started to break my heart but before it happens, I tried myself not to overreact.

"Your wife is a murderer. That is who she is. That woman has killed someone before." "Mind your language when you speak to me," I scold, my voice scathing. "Apologies for the bad words.l, but it's true. Her name used to be Marie Quinn." "And how do you know she killed someone before?" "Because the person she killed was my husband. Or should I say, my ex-husband." My jaw clenches involuntarily, my mind struggling to process this unexpected revelation. "What?" I manage to utter, my voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

"There is no iota of truth there, Cassandra Smith, their late daughter, was my world, the love of my life, to whom I was legally married to, she was my only friend and all that I have. I really do not always want to remember that painful death that took my wife away, I didn't murder my wife, she died during childbirth, ever since her demise, I haven't looked into the eyes of another woman, so tell me, why such a false allegation against me? Why would I murder my only wife," Bruce explained with almost teary eyes. He doesn't like to talk about his wife's death.

“You bitch! You conniving monster! I’d still have Addy if it weren’t for you! You took away my life!” Gargling, she scratches at my hand, her eyes wide. I wonder if she recognizes me now. Does she see who I am, or does she still think it’s her lover? “Stop,” she gasps. “The baby…” “Your bastard is dead!” I shout as I squeeze tighter. She closes her eyes, her body falling limp. And the gravity of what I just did falls around my shoulders. Oh God. I killed her. I just killed my wife. Stepping backward out of the room, I stumble into the hallway and begin screaming for a nurse. “Help, please, something has happened!”

It tasted like iron and bitter herbs, coating my throat with a film that made me want to gag. I waited for the world to tilt, but the explosion came from the crowd instead. "Yes! I did it!" A man stood up abruptly, his chair screeching against the floorboards. He was clawing at his own throat, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "I killed her! I killed my wife because she wouldn't give me her property. She was too stingy, always holding onto her money while I had nothing!" A collective gasp ripped through the hall. The silence that followed was deafening.

But they had been good friends for so long, and he wouldn't mind being of help to him if he ever needed it. "My wife was killed last month," Martin said as he pulled off the hat sitting on top of his head and set it on his thigh "some lunatic shot her because she came across them killing someone at the ally close to her work place. I fucking told her to stop working, we had enough to live on until we died but you know Paula, she has always been so stubborn."

I’m furious, at her for tempting me, at myself for wanting her so damn badly, and at the universe for putting me in this impossible situation. I wouldn’t have been here if my wife hadn’t died. Fuck!

I stared at her calmly and replied word by word, "Six months ago, my dad died from a heart attack, and my mom couldn't handle the shock and became bedridden. I went back home to handle the funeral and took two weeks off. You were at the restaurant with Tyler every day and didn't give a damn about what was happening at home!" Nearby, Felix looked stunned when he heard this. "Even us relatives knew about it! Your parents were so worried that Ezekiel couldn't handle it alone that they made a special trip to his hometown to pay their respects! How could you, as his wife, not even know your own father-in-law passed away?!" She was completely dumbfounded and let go of my collar, staggering backwar

I had just arrived at the office when I received a call from one of my wife's colleagues. "Mr. Brooks, we haven't been able to reach Dr. Lawson at all," he said urgently. "Her younger brother has suffered a sudden heart attack and needs immediate cardiac surgery. Can you get in touch with her?" The moment I heard something had happened to my brother-in-law, I forgot all about work and rushed straight to the hospital. On the way, I kept calling my wife again and again, but she never answered.

I sank to the floor of the closet, the journal clutched to my chest, and finally let myself break. Not quiet tears or controlled grief, but ugly sobs that tore through my chest like claws. Because I'd had a wife who'd married me with hope. Who'd tried to love me despite everything. Who'd pressed a flower in a journal to mark what could have been the beginning of what she'd believed could be a real partnership. And I'd killed her slowly over four years of dismissal and neglect and choosing someone else again and again. I'd killed her hope first. Then I'd killed her.