My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther savored the tasty, nourishing soup while observing the children happily chatting. It brought her a sudden sense of inner peace. Surviving a car accident with only minor injuries made her feel incredibly fortunate.

After finishing her soup, she took a shower and changed her clothes. The presence of the children filled the house with lively chatter, uplifting the atmosphere.

Esther’s mood improved gradually in this cheerful ambiance. She decided to call Gabriel and dialed his number.

“Grandpa Gabriel, where are you now? Are you okay?” she asked.

Gabriel responded cheerfully. “Esther, I’m perfectly fine. Just take care of yourself and the children.”

“Grandpa Gabriel, are you alright?”

“No worries, I’m an old man. If there were any issues, I’d look for Agatha. Don’t think too much. Take good care of the kids!” he said,

care of

“I know, you too.”

him? If that were the case, Esther would be innocent in this disaster. Her true identity remained undisclosed for her safety. He believed

the truck driver. The driver had not accepted any payment, and there was no evidence of payments to

a coincidence? Gabriel couldn’t

apart from other fonts. What did it imply? The poppy flowers on the card hinted at

car window, a sense of melancholy washing over him. Who was this mysterious person, and where

he would find

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Bradley returned to Warner

it had undergone many improvements. The garden was meticulously pruned, and

welcomed him and studied his appearance. “Bradley, you don’t look