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.

of Esther’s presence or, better yet, a sign that she

prison, Clark

of them, but Clark had been unable to do so. Instead,

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

had been in Clark’s

searched for the key all over his body but couldn’t find it. He remembered tossing

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

the lock with trembling hands. He turned it gently,

open. A musty odor filled the air,

stepped into the dimly lit room and flicked on the light switch. The bulb under the green lampshade illuminated the room as if it