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.

time.

check on

guilt weighing heavily in her

Jacob. “Esther, could you take the three children to the vegetable garden and

“Of course.”

with them, so

“It might be a bit late for your

felt her eyes welling

have mentioned that a

Xara nodded. “Yes.”

friends of Esther, I won’t hide anything from you. Even though you’ve come late, I can still stabilize his condition until you find a suitable bone

believe her ears.

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