My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Everyone had choices, but Esther had none. She had to trust Bradley’s promise. At least seeing Felix would ease her longing for her child.

“Thank you, sir,” Esther said, taking a deep breath to calm her restlessness. “If you don’t need anything else, may I clear the dishes?”

Bradley didn’t respond, simply rising and heading upstairs.

With her head down, Esther respectfully watched Bradley leave before tackling the dining room and kitchen. She worried he might check for cleanliness, so she wore kitchen gloves and meticulously cleaned, even disassembling the range hood.

She finally caught her breath once she finished in the kitchen and dining room. However, the living room phone rang.

Esther hesitated but answered. “Hello?”

“Can you transfer the call to Mr. Warner?”

“Of course, please hold.”

but wondered why she

Ms. Pendleton

gently knocked at the master bedroom entrance,

from

freshly showered, impatiently took

mother and I have nowhere to go,” Mandy said, her voice teary. “We can’t even stay

such ruthless actions—assets confiscated, bank accounts frozen, and being blacklisted, preventing them from hotels,

did nothing productive, failing to pack valuable items to sell. That money could have secured an apartment or small

“I’ll pick you up.”

was relieved. “Thank you,

Seeing Esther outside, he

“Understood.”