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?”

the finest urn

body transformed into a

to the ashes and grabbed an unburned piece

“Drop it!”

attempted to take the

concealed it in his suit pocket, determined to safeguard it as

Quill, Esther’s burial

prepare a burial plot for her. Let her rest in the vast sea, departing this world with the wind.

our respects in the future without a burial plot?” Kevin

irrationally, and said with a heavy heart, “As long as we wish, she will always be with

placed in an

–

carrying the urn as they arrived at the

was pitch black, and the sea waves

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