Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

I lifted my eyes to meet Matvei’s deathly glare. “Y-you killed him,” I stammered. “You… you shot him! Why?!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “How dare you step out without my permission?!” he growled, every inch of him radiating fury. “You… you’re a murderer. You… you killed someone!” My voice trembled, my body shaking in disbelief that my husband had just shot a man and seemed completely unbothered. “I-I need to call the police.” I lunged for the telephone on the cupboard, dialing frantically.

Henry had always been scared of the dark, and I could not bear for him to stay alone in the cold morgue. The following day, while I was on my way to the crematorium, I received tons of calls and messages from Matthew. I ignored them all. I held my son’s urn close to me and started contacting both friends and family to tell them about Henry’s death. That took me an entire day. Once I got back to our rental house, I found my husband sitting in his chair. His expensive suit had been replaced with cheap clothes. The moment he saw me, he jumped forward to hold my hand.

"Everyone, I am devastated by the tragic death of my son. But all of this was a conspiracy!" He tearfully accused me, "My wife, Penelope Harper, married me from the start just to scheme for the Warren family fortune! She deliberately switched the two boys' clothes to trick me into making a mistake, then used it as an excuse to team up with my father and steal everything I had in the company!" He even dragged out Celeste, who had been kicked out of the Warren family mansion and was equally desperate, to testify for him.

My hands curled into fists. “Did they kill her?” “I don't know.” “You knew her.” “Yes.” “You knew she was being hunted.” “Yes.” “And you did nothing?” His jaw tightened. “I tried.” The pain in his voice surprised me. “What happened?” “I arrived too late.” His eyes lowered. “I found her house burning.” I couldn't breathe. “My mother…” “She was gone.” I stared at him. “My father told me she died.” Cassian looked at me. “Your father was lying.”

But there was no way a kidnapper that meticulous was going to expose himself so easily. Once. Twice. Three times. None of the calls went through. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the collar and demanded, "This is revenge, isn't it? You know that Sean is Julian's son!" I frowned. "What are you talking about? How can Sean be Julian's son? Aren't you my best friend? How could you possibly have a child with my husband?" The crowd exploded with murmurs. I hadn't just invited my relatives and friends to the funeral—I'd also invited several content creators with huge followings.

And since then he was always mad at me, beating me and hurting me. I hid this from my family but when my brother noticed my bruises, He instantly went to the king and confronted him. But the demon doesn't deny it and when my brother got mad because of that, He started a flight and because the king of Vampire was stronger than him, he died. My brother was killed by my husband. I'm so covered with so much hatred, So I've tried to kill the king. I made my best friend a Vampire Hunter that could kill the king of Vampire AKA, my husband.

But now the very same man who was supposed to be on my husband's side was standing in a position of power with the men following his orders as he waved his hand and I was pushed down on my knees beside my husband. My knees smarted as they connected with the rough asphalt concrete below. Jonathan tried to stand up but was immediately shoved down by another man with a rifle in his hand. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He growled at me, his grey eyes darkening like thunderstorms. “I can't let you do this, Jonathan...” I said, my throat tight with emotions. “I love you.” I looked at Melaz and when his eyes met mine, I said, “I am the one who killed Gerard—”

Lillian frowned, she wondered how her sister's killer associated with anything they were saying now, but all the same, she shook her head. ''Not yet.” “Oooh,” Kate paused with a smile; '' do you know who killed my husband?” Lillian’s eyes flashed with uneasiness, she knew her husband had a hand in Liam’s accident but she didn't want to admit it, so she kept quiet. Kate watched her quiet stance for a second, then she closed the gap between them and placed her hand on Lillian’s shoulder, ''just know that what caused Leah’s accident was the same thing that caused my husband's, and I think we both know who killed my husband.”

Chapter 1: The News AURORA . “Popular tech mogul Bryan Liam was found dead in cold blood in his hotel room in Paris. Police say it might be the result of a botched robbery…” The voice from the television kept going, but those were the only words echoing in my head. That was my husband, Bryan Liam. The man I had been married to for four years. The same man I had escorted to the airport. He was dead. The glass I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Everything blurred. I saw flashes of my nanny rushing to grab my son, his piercing cries echoing in my ears, but it was all distant—like my world had paused.

He grasped Alia’s hand, his voice brimming with emotion, “My dear, you’re awake! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Alia’s eyes widened, her breath catching in shock. Her mind went blank, and for a moment, the pain in her chest vanished. She knew this man—she could never forget him. He was the very same man who, just last night, had murdered his wife and shot at her, the castle’s cold-blooded killer—Marcellus!