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

the best. If I were

fact, Kevin had long suspected that an unacknowledged love drove Bradley’s obsession and possessiveness toward Esther. Bradley seemed oblivious to the fact that he had fallen for her

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

my hands are stained with responsibility for her death, why do

with Felix long

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

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

brows shot up, his eyes filled with madness. “I’m

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

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