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.

I’ll say it again. I

for the best. If I were Esther, I’d be repelled to know you loved

Bradley seemed oblivious to the fact that he had fallen for

Bradley’s gaze turned fierce as he regarded Kevin as his adversary. “If you hadn’t intruded into my secret room, Esther wouldn’t

for Bradley to see. “If my hands are stained with responsibility

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

truly sympathized with Felix. They had refrained from telling Felix the tragic news of Esther’s death,

connection to Felix were all thinking of his well-being. Meanwhile, Bradley, his biological father, had never considered the consequences

shot up, his eyes filled with madness. “I’m

him by imprisoning his mother, subjecting her to suffering, and driving her to her demise? Oh, wait, she’s already

into the sea, and his body