My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley, filled with hope, jumped out of the crystal coffin and hurried to the secret room’s door. He extended his arms to embrace Esther. He longed to hold her close and become one with her.

But as he reached for her, he found only empty air. Just moments ago, she was a living, breathing person, but she disappeared like a wisp of smoke when he touched her.

Baffled, he lowered his head and stared at his empty arms as if needing to confirm Esther’s absence.

“Esther!”

Bradley’s voice echoed with despair in the secret room. His icy gaze scanned the room for any sign of Esther, but all he found was silence.

“Bradley!”

It was as if he could hear Esther’s soft whisper, her lover’s murmur igniting a tiny flame in his cold heart.

to find any evidence of Esther’s

in vain. When Esther had been sent to prison, Clark had collected

Clark had been unable to do so. Instead, he had boxed up everything and placed it in a

storage room’s closed door and gazed at it. Few people entered this area, and even the service

to this room had been in Clark’s possession, but now

but couldn’t find it. He

rushed to the bedroom, opened the safe, retrieved the key, and hurried back to

the key into the lock with trembling hands. He turned it gently,

creaked open. A musty odor filled the air,

room and flicked on the light switch. The bulb under the green lampshade illuminated the room as