Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

Yet Michael pushed me into the depths of despair only three years after our marriage, all because of Wynne’s death. I was the one who chose Wynne as the scholarship recipient, never imagining that my act of kindness would lead to my own demise, leaving me with no place to be buried. From the moment he couldn’t stop praising Wynne for her beauty and brilliance, I should have realized their relationship wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. But I was too blind, and in the end, I not only killed myself but my child as well. A sharp glint cut through the darkness, stinging my eyes.

I'd expected a reply, but he ignored me. “You didn’t want revenge for your parents because his dick is too good. Fine. But I do. Your parents died because of Vincenzo. He killed them. Not by accident. On purpose. He was ordered to. And he followed through. No hesitation.” I twitched, my body trembling. “Stop talking.” “I may have lied about a lot of things. But not that.” He leaned in, staring hard into my face. “Your husband pulled the trigger. He watched your father fall. And he walked away.”

he said playfully, walking towards Journey. I loved them both; I couldn’t imagine losing any of them. “The fuck, why don’t you unlock these handcuffs, and I’ll show you how real men solve these issues?” I provoked him. “Why should I? I mean, it’s obvious; you’re a trained killer,” he said, turning his attention to my wife, who, for some weird reasons, started struggling. “Wait, you didn’t realise your husband is the criminal I told you about, the one who killed Mr. Thompson, his own father.”

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

Before handing her the phone, I asked, "Who's your husband?" She wiped away her tears, her lips trembling as she said, "Jaxon Moretti..." I put my phone back in my pocket and sighed in frustration. Why, of all people, would Jaxon Moretti be her husband? The man who killed my father and tormented my brother! My jaw clenched, and she seemed a bit dismayed by my reaction. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked softly.

There was no hiding it. "I was." I responded and he suddenly stopped at arm's length. He sighed and his lips warped in a sneer. "Where you with him the day he died?" "No!" I was quick to respond, trying to make sure he has no doubts about my words. "Why do you look so frightened?" My husband killed your friend, that was reason enough. But I couldn't say it. I don't know who this man was or why he was searching for Jake's murderer. How close where they or how far he was going to go?

his voice resounded in my head. He'd never hurt me, not physically... Emotionally, he had shattered me completely. "Strange things?" I questioned, a part of me turned protective of my husband. Whatever happened between us is going to stay between us, I'm not going to let anyone badmouth him. "He killed his own father when that guy was barely thirteen. He is sick." My mind went back to his birthday night, the night he told me all about his father but he never told me how he died. I swallowed, I wasn't going to take her word for it.

He was arguing with someone. His face was pale. Desperate. Terrified. And then she heard words that changed everything. Words she would never forget. "If Emma finds out what really happened," Daniel said, "we're all dead." The video abruptly ended. And Emma realized her husband's double life might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

She's probably dumping him the second they get back. Ever since I married Everett, he had wanted me to quit my job and stay home full-time. I said no. Right before I gave birth, the house we were living in got seized and auctioned off. We were kicked out and forced into a tiny rental. That was when I found out the truth. Before we even got married, Everett had already been blacklisted. His business partner had run off with the money, leaving him buried in debt. The business collapsed not long after. He couldn't pay back the bank loans, so his name ended up on the default list.

His smile never wavered, but I could see something cold and dangerous in his eyes. "I... I went to the bathroom," I said carefully. "I wasn't feeling well." "The drug analysis came back," Detective Park said, consulting his own notes. "Rohypnol and ketamine. That's a dangerous combination. Someone wanted you very incapacitated." Marcus's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but his voice remained steady. "It's horrible to think someone would do this to my wife. We're just grateful David Chen was there to help." The way he said David's name made my blood run cold. There was hatred there, barely concealed beneath his concerned husband mask.