Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

I was already exhausted and weak from it. My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. Rebecca was standing beside him. I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

While I’m still trying to get over the trauma of the video I saw, my husband with the same men that murdered my father, in the same outfit. And now a whole new hell of bullshits. This has to be the worst moment of my life, because why the fuck is everything unfolding now? I’m so pissed. Vaughn, the man I had married, the man I had thought I loved, was using me? Manipulating me? Killed my father? Is now after me? Because I didn’t even want to believe this one. Why the fuck would my husband bullshit me this much? All I ever did was love him so why this dramas now and vaugh hasn’t done any suspicious act for me to verify it’s all actually true.

I kept on asking him the questions. 'Where is my husband? Did anything happen to him? What have you done to him?' He kept shaking his head and refused to say a word until I grabbed him on his shirt. 'I am sorry, your husband is dead,' he said. 'My husband is dead? How? What happened to him? Who killed my husband? Did you kill my husband?' She was interrupted. 'No, why would I kill my partner, a police officer? I am a cop, remember?' He asked.

“ My husband is dead? You are kidding right? I asked. “ No, It’s the truth ma” one of the man said to me. Tears dripped down my face, I walk to pick my bag and walk out of the house. I picked my cab and return to the states with my return ticket. When I got back to the states, I asked how it happened and I was told my husband was killed by Mikel and Irene’s daughter while trying to save her Mira.

Theodore, who wished for Calhoun's death, is the one who is dead now. "He's gone, Calhoun.." I tell Calhoun as I grab his arms, to feel he's real enough. "Who's gone?" My husband has confusion, relief, and pain in his eyes, and it's worth questioning how someone can show all these emotions at once. "Theodore, I killed him," I confess to Calhoun. And he is silenced by shock. A minute passes but Calhoun doesn't even utter a word. Although he's still holding me protectively in his arms so I don't slip and fall, he's quiet.

“Well, when we heard you were asking questions around we figured it was time for you to know exactly what happened. You disappeared all these years and we could not reach you.” “How did you know about the first call I got and what happened or was that you calling me earlier?” She doesn’t answer the question for some seconds and I see tears build in her eyes. She pulls out a handkerchief and wipes them off. “That was not exactly me. You see my husband was the one supposed to tell you all of this but then he was killed.” It dawns on me as she talks. “Wait, that man earlier was your husband?” “Yes. Robert had him killed when he found out he was meeting with you.”

"No, no, no..." I'm trying to move toward them but my husband grabs my arm. His grip is so tight it hurts. "Don't," he says. The man who killed them is now walking toward us, moving through the crowd like everyone is invisible. "We need to go," my husband says. He pulls me away from the altar, away from the bodies, toward a door at the back of the hall. "She needs to know," the man said. "Not yet," my husband says. Now I looked at both of them confused...know what?

"No... no... this can't be..." "I— I talked to him this morning... he's supposed to be in Vienna today... at fashion week..." "He hid it from you. He quietly transferred all his shares so he could surprise you on what was supposed to be the biggest day of your life." I pointed at Jason. "And you. You and the lapdog you raised. What kind of surprise did you give him?" "You beat him to death. And then you dumped him in a septic tank." "AAAAAAH!!!"

The dead man isn't my husband Nathan, but his twin brother Nick! How weird! I'm dumbfounded. If Nathan is still alive, why did the texter insist that the man in the room wasn't my husband? Who killed Nick on earth? The only person who has a reason to do it is Nathan! He must have had an intense fight with Nick about the money, and accidentally killed him in a rage. "I have to call the police now!" I murmur to myself and take out my phone to dial 911.