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

you recall a single experience you shared with her? Even something

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

he turned around, he would see her smiling face. He took in his world. As long as he turned around, he would see Esther just one step

was as if someone he believed

his eyes gleaming icily like the stars on a winter

couldn’t help shuddering inwardly. He took a deep breath to suppress it.

forward slightly, looking at Hank, and

Hank was silent.

I have a mental

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

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

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

tapped his knee, demanding

weakly, “From a psychological