My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley’s intense gaze fixed on Esther as he asked in a deep voice, “What did you call me just now?”

Esther felt a sudden surge of nervousness upon hearing his question. “M-Mr. Warner?”

Was that wrong? Should she have addressed him as “Master”? Or maybe, given his age, she should have simply called him “Sir”?

“Figure it out for yourself,” Bradley replied coldly, taking a seat at the dining table.

Esther had prepared a beautifully presented and mouthwatering dinner.

While in prison, Esther had attended various courses to improve her post-release employment prospects. As a woman, she had taken classes in beauty and hairstyling, dessert baking, culinary cuisine, embroidery, and clothing making. Her instructors were experts in their fields.

Maintaining focus and inner peace was relatively easy, with nothing else to do in prison. Esther had even witnessed an inmate become an embroidery master’s apprentice after completing the prison course.

his cutlery toward Esther and instructed,

had he asked her to cook for him in the first place? Regardless, cooking was

hesitation, taking a bite before

while imprisoned in the crystal coffin, Esther had survived on sandwiches and hamburgers prepared by the service

set of

and promptly retrieved another

she turned to leave, Bradley

hands before her lower abdomen and asked, “Sir, do you have any

to

stood beside him, peeling the shrimp and arranging them

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