My Wife Killed Me Novels & Stories

I'd sworn it on her grave. "Tell me" I growled and she glared at me. "The reason your wife died was because you drove her to commit suicide. You and your family suffocated and killed her"

K paused while the waiter poured my coffee, then spoke again when the waiter walked away. “I’ve got plenty of information,” he said. “Where do you want me to start?” I bit my lip and fiddled with my coffee cup as I thought. “From the beginning, I guess,” I replied. “When did you know for sure that they’re real, and how do you know?” K ran his hand along his beard, stroking it. “My wife and infant daughter were killed by one,” he said. My eyes widened. “I’m so sorry.” “It happened a long time ago,” he replied. “Not that I don’t still grieve for them every day.” “Why were they killed?”

“The King had her killed for what she had done.” His posture changes a little, almost like he tenses up. “That is interesting.” “See, it wasn’t them.” I was trying to reason with him. Trying to make him see what really happened. “She did it, the Hunter in her was still there. You said it yourself. They were like you, not like her.” He stares deep into my soul. A shiver runs down my back as his cold hand latches around my wrist. He leans in closer to me. His fangs seem to drop a little lower, inches from my face. “My wife was killed first, so someone is lying.”

I ask as I seal the envelope back up. “I don’t see what business that is of yours.” “You’re asking me to commit a felony for you, that makes it entirely my business,” I say pleasantly. “Touche,” he says with a conceding smile, “If you must know, my wife was brutally killed in a hit and run. The driver just left her to die in the street and the police didn’t put that much effort into finding him, so I did it myself. I chose you for the job because I believe you can provide him with the slow and painful death he so rightfully deserves after doing the same to my wife,” he says reticently.

But one thing she knew he was serious as the way he said and his eyes held the darkest pupil looking damn dangerous and diluted made her drop her weapons in defeat. . . Time passed in a blow and when it became midnight she was unaware of it. Tears dried in her cheeks and eyes, having no more to let them flow. She lifelessly sat there on the bench staring at the sky meeting the water at some end till where she could see. A bitter smile appeared on her face and she spitted venomously. "Even the water which meets with the sky eats it up. Then I was just a human and my husband ate all my happiness. He didn't care what I wanted nor bothered to know. Just came and made me hear his decision which b

He replied and my eyes widened. “My wife died in that accident, and you are to blame for it.” He added, and my knees buckled making me fall on the chair backwards.

My words sent shockwaves through the room once again. The color on my father-in-law's face shifted wildly between ashen and flushed, his chest rising and falling with visible agitation. My mother-in-law, alarmed by the sight, surged forward, pointing an accusing finger at me and unleashing a tirade. "Ben, how could you be so cruel? Killing Clara and the baby wasn't enough for you? Now you're turning on Georgie?"

"Mr. Ferguson, I need you to confirm whether the deceased we have here is your wife." Harvey's face instantly took on a ghastly expression. "What do you mean deceased?" "Danica Reed." His pupils abruptly shrank. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face. "Ha! Are you also teaming up with her to play a prank on me? She really can't bear to divorce me, can she? That's why she wants to use death as an excuse to drag it on." One of the police officers present, Peter Jenkins, slapped Harvey angrily. "You bastard! What did you say?"

“You murderer! You did this to take his property. You and your mother planned it all!” I stumbled, clutching my torn blouse against my chest. My voice failed me. My lips moved, but no words came. My chest felt heavy, my throat too tight to speak. “Please, Gracie,” my mother said, pulling me toward her. “My daughter just found out through the television. She’s in shock.” Gracie’s face twisted. “In shock? She knew already. Of course she knew. Because she killed him.” Her accusation pierced me like a blade. I lifted my head and glared back at her. “I had no reason to kill him. He was my husband, the father of my child. Why would I destroy the only person who ever protected me?”

"He's going to get you killed. Can't you see that? He's dragged you into his war and you're going to die for it." "He's my husband!" I snap all of a sudden. How can she ask that of me? She knows how love feels, she has experienced it before. Her husband died two days after they got married. She grieved for him so much that she almost killed herself. Those days, I begged her to kill herself, but my pleas were not making sense to her. She just wanted to go and meet her husband. She knows how love feels, so why is she trying to make it look as if I am the bad person here?