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?”

than

“Can you recall a single experience you shared with her? Even

saw her chasing after him. At that

when he turned around, he would see her smiling face. He took in his

It was as if someone he believed would never vanish

silent, his eyes gleaming icily like the

took a deep breath to

posture exuded chilling hostility. He leaned forward slightly, looking at Hank, and asked

Hank was silent.

have

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

was too terrifying, and he firmly believed

some degree of psychological issues,

knee, demanding a clearer

his lip and said weakly, “From a psychological assessment, it seems you could