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 were Esther, I’d be

long suspected that an unacknowledged love drove Bradley’s obsession and possessiveness toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the fact that he

adversary. “If you hadn’t intruded into my secret room, Esther wouldn’t have been

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

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

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

thinking of his well-being. Meanwhile, Bradley, his biological father, had never considered

up, his eyes

“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 never

the sea, and his body felt as though it were reversing the flow of