My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

A massive blaze swiftly consumed the coffin.

Bradley, beaten and bruised, struggled to reach the cremator, desperately pressing the button amid the searing heat. He whirled around and snarled at the staff, “Stop! You need to stop!”

The staff somberly replied, “Sir, please accept our condolences.”

“Esther! Wake up! I won’t let you die! I forbid you from dying!”

Bradley’s eyes turned a chilling crimson, and a lone bloody tear trickled from the corner of his eye. At that moment, he teetered on the edge of madness.

“Oliver Quill! Just you wait!”

Oliver raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly. “Bradley, do you know why I’ve refrained from acting against you? It’s because I was concerned for Felix.

“Yet, when you repeatedly imprisoned, tormented, and abused Esther, did you ever consider that she’s Felix’s mother?”

The flames in the cremator subsided. The staff turned to Oliver and asked, “Sir, have you chosen an urn?”

finest urn

body transformed into

to the ashes and grabbed an unburned piece

“Drop it!”

promptly attempted to take the bone from Bradley despite the

take Esther’s bone, he concealed it in his suit pocket, determined to safeguard it as a part of his wife.

Quill, Esther’s burial

staff turned the bones into ashes. “No need to prepare a burial plot for her. Let her rest in the vast sea, departing

our respects in

a heavy heart, “As

ashes were placed in

–

they arrived at

was pitch black, and the sea

ship, sailed to the middle of the ocean, and scattered the ashes