My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley tenderly caressed Esther’s beautiful face in the photographs. His fervent wish was for her to be alive, to continue living. He was willing to sacrifice everything for her survival.

Among these photos and discs lay relics of Esther’s deep affection and her concealed infatuation. Her gaze perpetually followed him, seeing in him a radiant sun that would never set.

With his aching heart tightly gripped, Bradley examined the photos before him. Almost as if seeking pain, he opened another box with Esther’s photographic creations. Back then, she had cherished him dearly, capturing his essence through her lens.

Under Esther’s artistic eye, Bradley possessed a distinctive handsomeness. Even in moments he couldn’t recall, she had faithfully documented them.

was only now that Bradley realized

had given her all and loved him unconditionally. Yet, he had sent her to prison, severing their connection. years of wrongful incarceration had cost Bradley the girl who once adored

photos in his hands. Tears

world had abruptly

There were scarves, hats, and gloves hand-knitted by Esther. Among them were clay artworks, two

impatiently when Esther had offered the dolls. The clay figures had tumbled to

clay dolls, there were Esther’s cross-stitch creations. Each discovery felt like