My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley fell into deep thought. After a long pause, he began slowly, “She’s very beautiful. When she smiles, her eyes sparkle like stars.”

As he spoke, Hank started sketching with paper and pen.

“Is she tall?”

Bradley made a gesture, saying, “About up to my shoulder.”

“Would that be approximately 1.75 meters tall?”

“Yes, about that.”

During their conversation, Bradley drifted into his memories. He recalled the Esther from his past—the one he remembered. Back then, Esther was young, beautiful, and full of life.

Following Bradley’s descriptions, Hank sketched a portrait and handed it to Bradley, asking softly, “Mr. Warner, do you think this resembles her?”

Bradley gazed at the sketch on the paper, examining it for a while before saying, “It doesn’t look like her.”

Hank was surprised. “Not at all?”

beautiful than what

you recall a single experience you shared

saw her chasing

he would see her smiling face. He took in his world. As

point, she disappeared. It was as if

remained silent, his eyes gleaming icily like the stars on

Bradley’s emotions and couldn’t help shuddering inwardly. He took a deep breath to suppress it. “Mr.

chilling hostility. He leaned forward slightly, looking at

Hank was silent.

have

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

firmly believed that

people have some degree of psychological issues, commonly

knee,

and said weakly, “From a psychological assessment, it seems you could benefit from