My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

It illuminated everything, as bright as daylight.

“Dr. Slade, look…”

Kevin swiftly glanced at the distant sky. In the midst of howling winds, an unsteady helicopter was approaching the hospital rooftop.

“Get ready,” Kevin ordered, and the whole team stood poised.

Bradley gripped the controls with intense focus, struggling to keep the helicopter steady. The dashboard’s alarms blared, but he paid no attention to them.

The fierce wind and heavy rain made standing difficult for anyone.

Finally, to the team’s anxious anticipation, the helicopter landed smoothly on the hospital rooftop.

Kevin led his team forward and saw Bradley carrying the unconscious Esther.

“What’s happening, Bradley?” Kevin asked sharply, examining Esther’s lifeless appearance.

glared and retorted,

room with

the rain, Bradley sat in a well-lit conference

suffered a head

a glass from the table and hurled

you suggesting my wife is

his doctors. He stood up and firmly

Head injuries have an optimal window for

if anything happens to her, it’s your responsibility. Instead of blaming

as

on the table and interrupted, “Even if I weren’t the hospital director, I’d still stand up for Esther. Your selfishness, arrogance, and recklessness show you

and exited the conference room. The experts there

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a deep breath and dialed Agatha’s number outside the