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.

hoping to find any evidence of Esther’s presence or, better yet, a sign that she

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

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

door and gazed at it. Few people entered this

key to this room had been in Clark’s possession,

but couldn’t

bedroom, opened the safe, retrieved the

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

storage room creaked open. A musty odor filled

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