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

his timely intervention, she might have

want from

for his forehead and gently squeeze the

kept Esther from complying. “I can’t do it!

act felt no different from taking a life. It was

so?” Bradley held Esther’s hand

turned

her and walked toward the pool. He tossed the hunting rifle

icy water. Her panicked movements made it seem as

Esther could

slender waist with

he lifted her

him a white bathrobe, and Bradley helped Esther put it

pick up the rifle and point it at that

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