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

rushed to the ashes and grabbed an unburned piece

“Drop it!”

signaled to the bodyguards, who promptly attempted to take the bone from Bradley despite the

determined to safeguard it as a part of his

Esther’s burial

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

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

looked at Bradley, who was acting irrationally, and said with a heavy heart, “As long as we wish, she will always

ashes were placed in an

–

the urn as they arrived at

black, and the

a cruise ship, sailed to the middle of the ocean, and