My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Clark, fully aware of the situation, asked Bradley directly, “Are you asking me to lie, Mr. Bradley?”

In response, Bradley slid a bank card over to Clark, lightly tapped its surface, and retorted coldly, “You’re not willing to?”

“Not everything can be solved with money in this world,” Clark replied, gazing at Bradley, who now felt like a stranger. At that moment, Esther’s words from the car came rushing back to him.

She had questioned whether Bradley was behind everything.

While Clark was hesitant to believe that his savior’s grandson was capable of such actions and that Bradley, whom he had seen grow up, could act this way, the sight of the bank card made him pause.

Was the past Bradley the real Bradley?

Bradley reclined in his leather chair with a disdainful expression as he looked at Clark. “My marriage to her was Grandpa’s decision.”

Shaking his head, Clark said firmly, “If Mr. Thomas were still alive and saw how you treat Esther, he’d hope you two get a divorce!”

Bradley’s icy stare remained focused on the distant door. “Clark! You still have time to reconsider before I leave this office.”

his head, and

he didn’t need

such a heartless act,

with determined strides. Upon reaching the office door, he glanced back at Bradley, who exuded an air of solitude, and offered a well-meaning reminder, “I don’t know your reasons for not divorcing Esther, whether it’s love or hatred. But I do know that if anything happens to

those words,

stared at the discarded bank card with

It was truly laughable!

Esther and

In that case…

trash can. Slowly, he rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes gleaming with a hint of menace as he gazed at the distant,

–

downstairs, gazing up at the towering skyscraper.

gathered,

at Primus Mansion, where the occupants had just finished