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 what

a single experience you shared with her? Even

In his mind, he saw her chasing after him. At that time, he was utterly annoyed

smiling face. He took in his world. As long as he turned around,

was as if someone he believed would never vanish had

silent, his eyes gleaming icily like the stars

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

forward slightly, looking at Hank, and

Hank was silent.

have

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

expression was too terrifying, and he firmly believed that if his

society, most people have some degree of psychological issues, commonly referred to as

his knee,

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