My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

The car slowly rolled into a vintage courtyard adorned with bricks and tiles.

“Grandma Agatha,” Esther called out cheerfully as she stepped out of the car and spotted Agatha busy drying herbs.

Agatha stood up and approached Esther and the others. “Let’s continue our conversation indoors.”

“Sure.”

Esther signaled for Xara, Steffan, and the rest to join them inside the courtyard.

In the garden, a multitude of flowers had bloomed quietly in the brisk wind.

Agatha glanced at Steffan and asked calmly, “During the pregnancy, did the mother experience frequent anger, tantrums, arguments, or mood swings?”

Xara didn’t anticipate this question from Agatha after just one look. She nodded gently. “Yes.”

Steffan had imprisoned her during that period, and her freedom had been forcefully taken away. She had felt like a bird with broken wings, yearning for the freedom of the open sky beyond the cage. She had prayed countless times, wishing for a miscarriage as an unexpected child wasn’t welcome.

lived through a living hell at that time. Now, she felt her child’s

a seat. I’ll check on him

her heart, Xara guided Jacob

carefully examined Jacob. “Esther, could you take the three children to the vegetable garden and pick some white radishes, garlic, and scallions? We’ll

“Of course.”

a private conversation with them, so she led

her thick coat and spoke directly to Xara and Steffan. “It might be a bit late for your child

her eyes welling up.

must have mentioned that a bone marrow transplant is the best

Xara nodded. “Yes.”

symptoms, not the underlying cause,” Agatha stated earnestly. “Since you’re friends of Esther, I won’t hide anything from you. Even though you’ve come late, I can still stabilize his condition

couldn’t believe her ears.

had given them a meager 20%

keep my