Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead.

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

He hadn’t told her husband she told me because she didn’t want Charles to find out. “I am sorry Harriet, it was Adam.” He looked at me, shocked, like he was confused about my reaction. My heart was broken into a million pieces. My husband killed my father. If he was dead, then it meant that Mom was dead, too. I fall to my knees, clutching my chest. The pain was nothing like I had felt before. The tears streamed down my face. “Harriet, what is wrong? Did you know, Adam?” Nathan whispered to me, holding me so I wouldn’t fall down.

Jasper clapped his hands upon hearing that. "Bradley, you're right. I do covet your wife. But so what? I never tried to destroy your marriage. I guarded her silently from behind." Jasper's deep eyes seemed to ripple like a deep blue sea. "And you? Even though she's your wife, you're the man who's hurt her the most in this world, Bradley. In her heart, you'll forever be the killer of her daughter. Your hands are stained with your daughter's blood!" Bradley's expression froze, and a tinge of regret welled up in his eyes.

"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.

My husband KILLED MY FATHER. What else has he done that he hasn’t told me? The questions circled in my mind. I felt nauseous thinking about it.

“Easton, you’re vicious! If Hugh hadn’t stepped in to remind me, I would have believed your lies! “You were putting up an act with Aunt Lydia previously, and now, you’re still cursing my dad? “Just wait and see. I won’t let you win!” She spoke viciously, but I was not listening. All I could think of was Luther’s ashen face underneath the white cloth. I did not expect Hugh to be the drunk driver who killed Luther. I could not help but lunge at Hugh. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck. “Easton, you’re mad!”

“You little troublemaker.” His mother stood beside them, watching with a warm, satisfied smile. I stood not far away, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Blood dripped down, but I did not feel a thing. One of them was my husband — Cedric Foster — the man I had been told died eight years ago during a mission. The other was his mother, who was supposed to be in a long-term care facility as a vegetative patient. Yet here they were — alive, well, and building a new family with another woman.

My voice was steady as I continued, "But before that, I have something I need to show you." Leon looked up, his gaze locking onto me. He still wore that mask of devastating grief, but I noticed his fingers twitch and curl inward. Sophie shrieked, "What's left to see? The evidence is right there! You're the killer!" I ignored her completely. Instead, I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and opened a file. "Officers, my husband asked me to deliver medicine to Grandma yesterday. But before I went to her house, I took that bottle to a pharmacy and then straight to a hospital."

“Mr. Zeke Larson, you are now suspected of multiple serious criminal offenses. You must come with us for questioning.” Cold handcuffs clicked around Zeke’s wrists. It was only then that Zeke seemed to wake from a nightmare. He struggled desperately and shouted at me, “Sophia, you planned this against me! You have been planning it from the start! “How can you be so cruel? After all the years we spent as husband and wife, you don’t care about our relationship at all! “Who do you think I did everything for? Was it not for this family? And you joined with some strangers to ruin me!”