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.

say it again. I don’t love

“It’s probably for the best. If I were Esther, I’d be repelled to

possessiveness toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the

his adversary. “If you hadn’t intruded

Bradley to see. “If my hands are stained with responsibility for her death, why do you think

Felix long ago. Under Xara’s care, Felix might have already regained his

refrained from telling Felix the tragic news of Esther’s death, concerned

Meanwhile, Bradley, his biological father, had

his eyes filled with

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? Oh, wait, she’s already gone, her ashes scattered into the

the mention of Esther’s ashes being scattered into the sea, and his body felt as though it were reversing the flow of blood. His eyes revealed