My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Jasper found Bradley’s arrogance and self-assured demeanor remarkably ironic. “Can you lock her up for life? Do you believe that by keeping her captive, she’ll fall in love with you again?”

Bradley’s grip tightened slightly.

Jasper displayed no fear but instead continued to provoke, “Bradley, if you have the courage, end me today. If not, I’ll persist! Someday, I’ll find her whereabouts.”

Bradley hadn’t anticipated Jasper daring to taunt him like this in person. He clutched Jasper’s collar even tighter.

Jasper remained unfazed, only escalating the provocation.

Mandy interjected, coldly reminding him while placing her hand on Bradley’s arm, “Bradley, surveillance cameras cover this place. If you harm Mr. Searle, you won’t escape unscathed either.”

Bradley instantly released his grip. “Jasper, I’m warning you for the last time. Esther is my wife.”

Bradley’s now snow-dusted shoes and grinned eerily.

ones. “Esther isn’t your wife. She belongs to herself the right to

realize how pitiful you are? You have no

Jasper turned and strolled away into the

a man in this world who loved Esther with pure, selfless devotion—the kind of

the cold. “Bradley, it’s chilly

back into the villa, the indoor heating so high that the snow on his hair instantly melted. With his damp white hair, he appeared somewhat like a

him a cup of coffee. “Bradley, please make yourself

seated himself on the sofa, seemingly indifferent to

approached,

learn if you don’t know.

there, resembling a child who had erred