My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

For a moment, Esther’s heart seemed to stop.

“Why not keep acting, Esther? It’s your forte, isn’t it?” Bradley’s words hit Esther hard, affecting her head and her heart.

“Your acting skills are incredible. You could even compete for an Oscar as the Best Actress. It will be a waste if you don’t.”

Faced with Bradley’s mockery and taunts, Esther stayed silent and merely watched him, waiting to see what crazier actions he might take.

“You knew you’d have an allergic reaction, yet you ate something that would trigger it. Did you think I’d have a change of heart when you were in distress? Did you believe you had a chance of being saved?”

A trace of mockery appeared in Esther’s beautiful eyes as she replied, “Mr. Warner, why would I entertain such a delusion?”

Hope would be a luxury with a heartless man like him.

“Delusion?” Bradley walked up to Esther, looking down at her with a condescending smile. “Think I used the wrong words?”

gleamed with malice. “Seems I’ve been

into laughter and covered her face with both hands, tears streaming

“Shut up!” Bradley demanded.

it hurt her stomach. She looked at Bradley, who appeared somewhat annoyed, and taunted, “Mr. Warner, I suggest you look up ‘kind’ in

yet he had the audacity to

“Esther!”

fearlessly approaching She asked indifferently, “Mr. Warner, if you’ve said your piece, may

still

“Esther!”

“Yes?” Esther responded indifferently.

collided with a framed painting on the wall.

job is to please and make

at Bradley’s face, so close to hers.

“With your acting skills…”