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.

that time. Now, she felt her child’s illness

a seat. I’ll check

weighing heavily in her heart, Xara guided

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

“Of course.”

understood that Agatha might want to have a private conversation with them, so she led Jacob and

to Xara and Steffan. “It might be

worst, Xara felt her eyes welling

doctors must have mentioned that a bone marrow transplant is the

Xara nodded. “Yes.”

you. Even though you’ve come late, I can still stabilize his condition until you find a suitable bone marrow

couldn’t believe her

them a meager 20% chance of success even

keep my promises,”