My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“Maybe you think I’m lying now. If you do, consider seeing a psychologist to retrieve that buried memory.”

Gabriel turned to Oliver and said, “Let’s go.”

Oliver looked sorrowful. Gabriel looked at Mandy, then spoke seriously, “We’ll discuss this more.”

“Okay.”

After Oliver and Gabriel left, all the search and rescue personnel departed, and Warner Manor returned to its usual calm.

When everyone had left, Bradley grabbed a teacup from the table and hurled it at Mandy, who dodged it, and it shattered at her feet.

“B-Bradley,” Mandy said in fear, stuttering.

closer, clutching Mandy’s throat. His

“Bradley…”

if the enraged Bradley might strangle

delicate features. “Mandy, tell

was hoarse with pain as she replied, “I…

I instruct. Don’t act on your own for things I haven’t approved. This is your first warning. If

his grip on Mandy’s neck, making her fear for her life. Just when she thought it was over, Bradley slowly released his grip, and she fell to the ground like a

her head, her delicate fingers touching her neck. She thanked her stars she hadn’t had her neck altered during her plastic surgery, or

yourself! Or Esther will be your

Bradley’s shoes, thinking he was going too

on her neck was so tight that