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

Esther softly thanked her.

observing Esther by the floor-to-ceiling

could reply, Bradley abruptly entered the living room, holding a glass. “Esther,

Esther’s sluggish response, Bradley firmly took her by the arm and led her down to the

when she saw the crystal coffin gleaming coldly under the lights. Perhaps it was due to her recent hectic work schedule, but she felt an

Bradley commanded, “Get in.”

looked at Bradley and slowly complied as though she were

down inside the coffin

crystal coffin with a remote control

piece of art inside

away coldly and left

She belonged to him—forever!

could separate her from