My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

I am the matriarch of Marquis Valebrook Manor, a woman who lives with unyielding pride and has never once bowed her head to a concubine. When I open my eyes again, I've become the neglected wife in a modern wealthy family, driven into depression by my scumbag husband and his mistress. When I expose their sordid affair, my scum of a husband, Joseph Cooke, sues me for "invasion of privacy". The judge orders me to issue a public apology for 15 days, and the entire internet eagerly waits to watch me become a laughingstock. Joseph smirks. "Apologize or spend the rest of your life behind bars!" The mistress, Naomi Baxter, sneers in provocation. "Times have changed, Brenda. In today's world, t

Gordon watched her for so long, questioning himself. "What if I'm wrong? I never even tried to find out anything from that day, The moment I was told a nurse cause my wife's death, I ordered her execution at once, while I grieve my wife. She killed my wife and lost the lives of her family.

Looking at Blake's deathly pale face, my heart ached so badly I could barely breathe. He was the only one in this family who treated me like family. Three years ago, I married into the Warren family with my autistic son, Asher Harper. My mother-in-law had never liked it when I brought Asher along, and everyone in the Warren family treated us like we were invisible. Only Blake, who was just five years old at the time, ran over to Asher on his little legs and shoved his favorite action figure into his hands.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

"Sign it, Ivy. She doesn't have time!!" My husband's first love ‘died’ seven years ago. Last night she came back. Six months to live, he says. Her last wish is to be his wife. So I signed. I took nothing. Not the house, not the money, not his name. I kept one thing very precious to me, and he'll never know it exists. Because the woman sleeping in my bed isn't dying. And I'm going to prove it.

On our wedding night, my husband, Arthur Pemberton, forces a potion down my throat that can temporarily rob me of my voice. He then swaps me into the death row cell meant for his childhood sweetheart, Mabel Sinclair. Mabel had ridden a horse while intoxicated, striking and killing the only son and heir of Prince Ezra. She was scheduled to be executed by beheading at noon the following day. But Arthur takes my bridal gown, dresses Mabel in it, and smuggles her out through the Court of Judicial Review's back gate to bring her back to the Pemberton family estate. Seeing the chains on my wrists, his mother, Flora Sterling, feels a flicker of hesitation in her. "Aren't you afraid that Prince

I froze, like a sharp knife stabbing my heart, blood flowing. I squeezed my left chest; breathing was difficult, feeling choked, like I was about to die. Ryan, is that how he feels right now? I tilt my head bitterly, ice-cold hands slowly touching his eyes, a few tears on my fingertips. I was still shocked, daring to believe what I had just heard. Does a husband kill his wife? Is a werewolf finishing off his mate?

He asked, hoping that Detective will say anything about it. "Yeah, it was a long time ago. Klyde McMarrow was the reason why she died." He answered, clearly his face says how miserable he is thinking about losing his wife so suddenly. "Klyde McMarrow took women from country to country and smuggle them. One of those blondies were my wife. We were just 3 months together as wife and husband. Then one night she just... she didn't come home. Next thing I knew, she was gone... they found her body by the river, she was shot twice at her back." He shared to him. "I'm sorry to hear that." Rig exhaled, hearing the siren of the ambulance and emergency vehicles.

Nathan felt his face moisten as tears began to pour, likewise Adriana. There were no words but they could feel their hearts sing. Always and forever!, It said. The gunshot was heard and a body drop to the ground. Rodriguez's wife held on to the gun in her hands shakingly and tried to comprehend what she had done. "No...." She rushed to her husband trying every means possible to resuscitate him but all means proved abortive. "I killed him, I killed him!" She kept on repeating and put the gun to her head. Bang! Her body dropped right on top of his.

We sat in silence, gazing at each other until he spoke, “I am not always like this. It's just that-Lucy…” I blinked once then twice, listening attentively. He released my wrist and swung his feet so that they could touch the ground. My brows fused into a frown. Who was Lucy? Was she the new woman in his life? “Who is that?” I inquired, heart in my throat. “My wife,” he responded under his breath. My heart shattered, and my breathing ceased for a minute. “What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Lucy was my wife. I was once married, and my wife was brutally killed by a bunch of rogues,” he revealed, and my heart constricted in my chest as I felt the weight of the sadness his voice ca