My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Mandy headed downstairs and poured herself a glass of wine. As she prepared to leave with her drink, she spotted Esther by the window, gazing out at the distant sea.

“Would you like some wine?” Mandy asked.

Esther had just taken some painkillers, and the lingering dull pain slowly faded.

“No, thanks, I don’t drink,” Esther replied. She hesitated for a moment, considering that she and Mandy had undergone liver donation surgery. “Ms. Pendleton, is your wound hurting?”

Holding her wine glass, Mandy looked puzzled. “What wound?”

“The one from the liver donation.”

Mandy had only undergone a small incision in the operating room.

“It doesn’t hurt at all. Are you in pain?” she asked.

Esther furrowed her brows slightly and whispered, “A little.”

Mandy suggested. “Or perhaps it’s the upcoming rain? I’ve heard that weather changes can sometimes cause subtle aches in wounds like this. If it doesn’t get better, I recommend consulting Bradley or even having a

Esther softly thanked her.

casually sat on the sofa, observing Esther by the floor-to-ceiling window. “It’s quite late. Aren’t

living room, holding a glass. “Esther, come

response, Bradley firmly took her by the

raced with fear when she saw the crystal coffin gleaming coldly under the lights. Perhaps it was due to her recent hectic work

Bradley commanded, “Get in.”

at Bradley and slowly complied as

the coffin without displaying

coffin with a remote control as Esther settled

piece of art inside that

coldly and

She belonged to him—forever!

could separate her from