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

transformed into a

grabbed an unburned piece of bone, disregarding the

“Drop it!”

attempted to take the

that these people might take Esther’s bone, he concealed it in his suit pocket, determined to safeguard it as a part of his wife. He couldn’t

Esther’s

need to prepare a burial plot for her. Let her rest in the vast sea, departing this world with the wind. In her lifetime, she rarely had such

in the future without a burial

was acting irrationally, and said with a heavy heart,

placed

–

was carrying the urn as they arrived at

black, and the sea

ship, sailed to the middle