My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley endured excruciating heartache as he slowly ascended from the desolate basement to the living room.

The moment Mandy heard Bradley’s footsteps, she leaped up, her face filled with joy. “Bradley!”

Bradley briefly glanced at the servant and instructed, “Bring food to the basement.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mandy offered, “Bradley, how about I take the food to Ms. Quill?”

Amusement flickered in Bradley’s eyes as he considered Mandy’s request. She nervously awaited his response.

“Sure,” he said.

Taking the tray from the servant, Mandy cautiously headed to the basement. Despite the illumination accompanying each step, an eerie sense of foreboding weighed on her as though a fearsome beast lurked in the shadows.

basement, her gaze filled with pity as she approached the

tray, Mandy couldn’t help but wonder if Esther would have any appetite while confined in the coffin. In her shoes, she probably

her face. She hastily adjusted her attire and tied her hair

“My father and brother

Jolene?” Esther

moment of reflection, Mandy replied, “Jolene is

is the situation,’

between Jolene’s portrayal of Chadwick and her own impression of him. Jolene’s words had been truthful, but Chadwick hadn’t initially taken her in out of kindness. No wonder

Eat and

left. She couldn’t afford to falter. Even with Bradley’s disdain, she had to remain resilient. She still had

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seated himself, eating. He glanced at her coldly.

forced a smile. “Bradley, I assume you don’t keep

you’re observant,”