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.

each prominently featuring Bradley. It was only now that Bradley realized this storage room held not the things

he had sent her to prison, severing their connection. years of wrongful

atop a box, weakened as he gazed at the paintings and photos in his hands. Tears welled up, blurring his

world had

a variety of items. There were scarves, hats, and gloves hand-knitted by Esther. Among them were

away the gift box impatiently when Esther had offered the dolls. The clay figures had tumbled

Esther’s cross-stitch creations.