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

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

toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the fact that he had

adversary. “If

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

you hadn’t kept Esther captive, she might have left with Felix long

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

without a blood connection to Felix were all thinking of his well-being. Meanwhile, Bradley, his biological father,

shot up, his eyes filled

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

the mention of Esther’s ashes being scattered into the sea, and his body felt as though