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 what

asked curiously, “Can you recall a

he saw her chasing after him. At that time, he was

in his world. As long as he turned around, he would

point, she disappeared. It was as if someone he believed would never vanish had

gleaming icily like the stars on a winter

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

slightly, looking at Hank, and asked

Hank was silent.

have a

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

his spine. Bradley’s expression was too terrifying, and he firmly believed

in today’s society, most people have some degree of psychological

knee,

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