My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“Mr. Pendleton,” Esther said, her voice filled with fury.

Had she made a mistake trusting Jolene’s words about Chadwick? Could he really be this cold, lacking empathy for others’ misfortune?

Would Chadwick go to such lengths to save Jolene, who was desperate? Or did he have hidden motives from the start?

Was that why he had reacted so strongly when he found out Jolene was pregnant?

Chadwick removed Esther’s veil and taunted her, “Already playing the dutiful wife, trying to control me?”

“Mr. Pendleton, you don’t have to pity the accident, but—”

“Pity? Why should I?” he icily interrupted her. “The world is full of suffering. If I pitied everyone, would it ever end? Enough of this nonsense. Let’s not ruin my happy day!”

Esther took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.

impatiently tapped the car

way. It’s

taken a helicopter if he had known about

“Understood, Mr. Pendleton.”

to Chadwick’s influence, the intersection cleared quickly. They arrived

Mandy to the bridal suite. Mandy removed her veil, gasping, “I can’t breathe

her veil neatly and set

Mandy offered, “Would

fine,” Esther replied, filling her own

anxiety. She found herself gulping down a glass of

placed it beside Esther’s. She asked, “Is your neck

her solid

wedding would have been easier without all this fuss,” Esther