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?”

more beautiful than

“Can you recall a single

was lost in his memories. In his mind, he saw her chasing after him. At that time,

took in his world. As long as he turned around, he would see Esther just one step away

was as if

his eyes gleaming icily

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

slightly, looking at Hank, and asked coldly, “Am

Hank was silent.

I have a

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

too terrifying, and he firmly believed that if

degree of

knee, demanding a

weakly, “From a psychological assessment, it seems