When Her Death Couldn't Break Him Novel Novels & Stories

It was the 911 mom had dialed earlier. "There's been a..." she sniffed in a sudden pause. She was contemplating what to say. "He shot the other man." "Where are you now?" Mom couldnt think clearly but she managed to say, "Church", she sniffed again "by my window". She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor.

"Jason, I'm coming to see you soon. Please wait for me. I'll be there soon." As she was losing consciousness, she seemed to have seen me. She smiled and reached her hand out toward me. "Jason, you've come to get me. I knew you'd forgive me. I knew it…" I stood in the same spot and shook my head. With a blank expression, I shattered the last fragile illusion she still clung to in her heart. I said, "Christine, you were the one who killed me. Bit by bit, you pushed me to my death."

A place she had never wanted to return to. “Mildred,” Amelia’s voice sounded distant, “say something,” but Mildred couldn’t, because every memory she had buried was clawing its way back to the surface. Anthony sitting beside her in the university library, quietly helping her prepare for exams, bringing her coffee after long lectures and promising her she was stronger than she knew. Then, the fire, the explosion, the reports confirming his death, the grief she had never allowed herself to fully process because rage had consumed everything else. Had all of it been a lie? Or was there something far worse she still didn’t understand?

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

RAINE’S POV I looked at him carefully, but he kept his eyes glued to his canvas like he was remembering something far away. “What happened to her?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if therapists could talk about themselves, but I needed to He didn’t answer at first. The silence lingered so long I almost apologized for asking. But then he exhaled slowly. “She died,” he said. “Guess I wasn’t able to keep her safe.” His words hit me like a punch to the chest, sudden and heavy. I hadn’t expected him to say that. Shock rooted me to the spot as I stared at him, unable to speak. I saw pain in his eyes—pain that made mine feel a rush of emotions.

She also had recurring bleeding in her ears. Her health issues were extensive—she had severe depression, was suffering from a memory decline, and was infertile. Her cause of death was long-term depression and an overdose of sleeping pills. The overdose had resulted in mental confusion, leading her to cut her wrists. Ultimately, she had died from excessive blood loss. Tristan was deeply shocked by what he read. Beside him, Joe couldn't help but lament, "What a poor girl. How could she have suffered so much at such a young age?

“Hmm, unless I fall in love again” “You really love her a lot,” I said looking at him “She was my everything,” He said calmly with hurt in his eyes, “Do you mind talking about her death?” “She died with my pup inside of her, she was killed mysteriously, her body was found dead outside the Parkhouse and until this moment I don't know her killer, I’ve tried all I could but the motherfucker that did that to her was good in covering their trail, but I haven't given up not until I have my revenge”

He simply stood there, staring at the floor in silence. I slowly walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You've done something most people couldn't." His body trembled slightly before he slowly looked up at me. I continued quietly, "But something like this can't just be swept away. A child can't die for no reason and have everyone pretend nothing happened." I held his gaze. "Someone has to answer for what happened here, don't you think?"

But in this moment, destiny chose a crueler path. The handsome man stood frozen, his mind reeling from her words. He had not expected this, not from her. A deep pang struck his chest, far more than just the pain of heartbreak. His eyes widened, and before either of them could react, his body seized. His heart, overwhelmed by the sudden emotional shock, gave out. With one final, stunned look in his eyes, he collapsed, dying on his feet.

"Don't tell him I was here. And I don't need a ride. I just want to walk for a bit." A heavy downpour broke out suddenly, but she moved through it like she didn't feel a thing. She didn't know how long she wandered. She only knew that it was long—longer than that snowy night years ago, when she had twisted her ankle and Leo had carried her home. She wondered if true love ever really stayed the same in this world. Did it ever remain unwavering and unbroken?