My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“I really was wrong! I’ll never do it again!” Mike pleaded.

Bradley cruelly smirked as he pulled Esther into his arms, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “I’ll teach you a game.”

Esther was too nervous to move and remained still.

Bradley spoke slowly. “Come, hold this.”

Esther’s shock from the four brutal shots Bradley had fired in the basement lingered. She followed Bradley’s instructions, gripping the hunting rifle.

“Yes, just like that.”

The rifle felt heavy in Esther’s hands.

Bradley reached over considerately, assisting her in holding it. Patiently, he guided her through the operation step by step.

“If I hadn’t arrived in time earlier, you might have suffered at the hands of this repulsive man.”

ached in

right—without his timely intervention, she might have faced

want from me?”

“Aim for his forehead and gently squeeze

Esther from complying. “I can’t

no different from taking

held Esther’s hand

startled that she turned pale and fell

carried her and walked toward the pool. He tossed the hunting rifle to the floor before jumping

by the icy water. Her panicked movements made it seem as

gracefully in the water, glistening in the sunlight. All Esther could see was a bright blur. She stopped struggling abruptly,

waist with

a splash, he lifted her out of the

helped Esther

pick up the rifle and point it

struggle, Esther reluctantly picked up the rifle and aimed it at the