My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley gazed at Kevin, easily recognizing the open hostility in Kevin’s expression. Kevin had actually claimed that he loved Esther, but how could he possibly love her?

“Kevin, I don’t love Esther,” Bradley asserted, persisting in his denial.

“Whether you love her or not is your business,” Kevin retorted, his cold gaze fixed on Bradley, who was now keenly interested in the conversation.

“Arrange a full-body check-up for him and schedule an appointment with a psychologist. He needs to talk to someone.

“Only cowards avoid facing their own lives.

“Only cowards choose to escape.”

Bradley’s expression darkened as he clenched his fists tightly, his veins visible on the back of his hands.

again. I don’t love

probably for the best. If I were Esther, I’d be

Kevin had long suspected that an unacknowledged love drove Bradley’s obsession and possessiveness toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the fact

regarded Kevin as his adversary. “If you hadn’t

my hands are stained

might have left with Felix long ago. Under Xara’s care, Felix might have already

had refrained from telling Felix the tragic news of Esther’s death, concerned about its impact on

well-being. Meanwhile, Bradley, his

up, his eyes filled

raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying that you love Felix more? Is your way of loving him by imprisoning his mother, subjecting her to suffering, and driving her to her demise?

his body felt as though it