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.

only now that Bradley realized

their connection. years of wrongful incarceration had cost Bradley the girl who

gazed at the paintings and photos in his hands. Tears welled

had abruptly turned

He persevered through his pain, sifting through the boxes and uncovering a variety of items. There were scarves, hats, and gloves hand-knitted by Esther. Among them were clay artworks, two clay dolls

remembered pushing away the gift box impatiently when Esther had offered the dolls. The clay figures had tumbled to the ground, shattering, but Esther had painstakingly glued

Esther’s cross-stitch creations.