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,

and possessiveness toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the

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

“If my hands are stained with responsibility for

long ago. Under Xara’s

with Felix. They had refrained from telling Felix the tragic

his well-being. Meanwhile,

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? Oh, wait, she’s already gone, her ashes scattered into the sea. You’ll

into the sea, and his body felt as though it were reversing the flow of blood. His eyes