Who Killed My Husband Novels & Stories

"It was me. I was the one who killed Wendy! I killed my own parents. I did all of this!" His laughter soon turned into wrenching sobs. "Wendy, I was wrong! I truly know that now! I'll never doubt you again. Please wake up. I'm begging you—please just wake up." Roland spiraled into madness, causing Trisha to take half a step back in fear.

I broke Killian’s phone! Shocked, frozen in that very spot by the couch, while Killian is half dead upstairs, with my mind filled with gory pictures, I understand my husband was nothing but a creepy stalker. He kept naked pictures of his sleeping wife in the same folder where he kept pictures of people he apparently killed. What did I marry into???

I remembered how their father had preferred George even though George was not his biological son. And suddenly it all made sense. His anger, his betrayal. Everything. He had killed my husband. Fueled with rage, I had made my way to the police, carrying Kaelia on my hip even though I could have taken the car. “I want to file a report,” I said firmly. “William Montgomery killed my husband, George Montgomery.” The officers had looked at each other, exchanged glances, and thereafter promised to investigate to find out the real culprit. They had promised me justice, and I clung to that hope like it was my last breath.

he entered with some kind of dissatisfaction in his tone. “And we found out that his death was not ordinary but was rather due to euthanasia,” he added. “What?” my eyes went wide and my knees buckled. “Your husband was heavily dosed and made to die,” he went on to explain. “I’m really sorry to tell you this but he is really dead,” he added. “How? Who? Who would do this?” I grabbed hold of Katherine, wanting some support when it looked like my body could no longer take so much anymore.

~~~ Opening my eyes to the lingering pain behind my head, I squinted my eyes open and then groaned gently. As the series of events of the past day till now rushed through my head, I closed my eyes shut again and then whimpered. My hands were tied together, and so were my legs. Again, I wondered where things had all gone wrong. Yesterday, I found out that my husband had killed my unborn baby just because he was together with my best friend. And today, I found my husband in the pool of his own blood. That was not all… someone was trying to kill me too because there was no way this was a proper police station.

“I think it’s about guilt.” Leo’s jaw clenched. Jacob stepped closer. “Did you pull the trigger?” Leo didn’t flinch. “Yes.” Jacob’s breath hitched. Leo finally looked up, eyes hollow. “He begged. I didn’t care.” “Then why does this scare you?” Leo’s voice cracked like gravel. “Because if he’s alive… that means someone else pulled the strings. And that means I don’t know who I’m married to.” Hours later… Jacob couldn’t sleep.

But I knew that I would be interrogated again very quickly. After all, the transfer of all properties of the Schmidt Corporation was not a small matter. In the villa where the incident happened, other than the neighbors who came to watch the fun, there were also crowds of journalists who came to see me, the new CEO of the Schmidt family. The whole Schmidt family was murdered by their eldest daughter, and the eldest daughter even used to be a psychiatric patient. That must be breaking news. As I expected, Ryan took me to the interrogation room again the next day.

"Hold on. Everything you've just said doesn't constitute evidence against me." Fixing him with a steady gaze, I continued, "The police will be here any moment now. When they arrive, I'll exercise my rights as her husband to request an autopsy. Also, Simon, I'd like to know—who gave you permission to remove my wife's body without authorization last night?" Before Simon could stammer a response, a voice, raspy with age but firm, cut through the crowd. "I did." Everyone turned as my father-in-law and mother-in-law were escorted in by the police. The old man shrugged off the officer's support, stormed toward me, and slapped me across the face with all his strength.

My death was orchestrated by Emma, but my husband's blindness made it possible. If only he knew the truth - that his precious Emma had arranged my murder, and he was examining his own wife's body. But even if he knew, would he care? Or would he just be angry that Emma could no longer get my kidney?

She said, my jaw hung open and I couldn’t even bring myself to close it. “Then out of the blues my husband died. They said it was heart attack!” She said, her eyes were red and glossy already and a streak of tears dropped from her eyes. Myla stood up from beside me almost immediately and sat by the edge of the sofa her mother was seating on and wrapped her hands around her shoulders. “Y-you think Alpha Kade killed your husband?!” I asked my voice barely above a whisper and she shook her head slowly. “I don’t think. I know! I know he killed him, I just need to prove it!” She muttered.