Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

After Diana left, I sat on the couch with Raven's laptop and began to search. My fingers trembled as I typed the first name into the search bar. Lucas Hart. The results flooded the screen. Articles, photos, social media profiles. My husband. My murderer. The first article made my breath catch in my throat. "Local Businessman Mourns Wife's Tragic Death." There was a photo of Lucas at my funeral. He wore a black suit, his face arranged in perfect grief. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. He stood beside a closed casket, one hand resting on the polished wood.

I called out and wanted to rush up to him, but Adrien with full force came up to me, and tried to grab the phone from my hand I panicked and the phone falls from my hand, and his direction immediately changes from me, and he tries to take the phone before it slips down the stairs, but in the process, he loses balance, falls down the stairs and the next thing I saw, he was lying on the floor, face flat, blood all over, head bursted open “He…he slipped” My face turned white as I stammered, Jack stood up from the floor immediately and when we rushed down to him, no pulse… He was already dead No witnesses No cameras Just blood, shock, and the cold silent night But I knew the real truth… the real

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

“They were shot. Do you have any idea of who could want to kill them?” I could barely register his words. Who would ever want to kill them? I knew them enough to know they were easygoing. “I understand that you are shocked but we would appreciate a response.” He said again. My lips were dry. My throat was parched and I could feel my head banging so hard. I had killed them. If only I had released them early. Maybe if it had been a little too late. “My husband!” “My wife!” “Daddy!”

“Goodness, you killed your husband with poison! Why don’t you go down the mountain to seek help? I’ll watch his body for you.” As Jason said that, he moved to pull Mark’s body aside. I immediately grabbed Mark and pulled him back. Crying even louder, I shouted. “I don’t even know you! My husband just died, and I’m devastated. Now you’re trying to accuse me of killing him? You’ve gone too far, mister!” Jason was stunned. He clearly did not expect this response. He pointed at Mark’s body on the ground. “He died after eating those berries you picked. If you didn’t poison him, who did?”

It'd just make you more upset. [I hid the reports. I didn't want to ruin your mood.] My "caring" husband was so thoughtful. Of course, I had no idea what was really going on. Under police questioning, my in-laws cracked quickly. With Dylan dead, they had nothing left to hope for, so they didn't see the point in protecting Mandy anymore. Then came the dramatic turn. Those two tried to put the blame on Mandy. "Officer, it was Mandy! She was the mastermind behind all of this! If it weren't for her bad ideas, our son wouldn't have died so horribly!"

But there was something about his facial features. The day she had died, the time she had stood outside the very same car she drove to the bar the previous night. The day she had stood watching her husband making out in the car with her niece just few minutes after she had a stillbirth and had died, the car that had come from behind her. It's driver . She finally recslled. The man that stood before her was the same man behind the wheels of the car that had killed her again the second time. The man who had propelled her back to this part of her life years ago .

“You’re vile! You got my son killed and attacked me! My poor son!” “You might want to be mindful of your words, Judy. Surely, you don’t want to wish bad things on Hank, right?” I let out a sarcastic smile. Judy stammered, her expression stiff, while sounding me out, “M-My son is lying in the morgue, and you’re denying getting him killed? Have you no conscience?” Brushing Judy off, I turned to the funeral home staff and said, “If the body was mangled from the crash, how did you verify my husband?”

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"