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 don’t

sneered and added, “It’s probably for the best. If I were Esther, I’d be

unacknowledged love drove Bradley’s obsession and possessiveness toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the fact that he had fallen for her while attempting to keep her by his

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

extended his hands for Bradley to see. “If my hands are stained with responsibility for her death,

you hadn’t kept Esther captive, she might have left with Felix long ago. Under Xara’s care, Felix might have already regained his

the

were all thinking of his well-being. Meanwhile, Bradley, his

eyes filled

you love Felix more? Is your way of loving him by imprisoning his mother, subjecting her to suffering,

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