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

you recall a single experience you

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

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

It was as if

gleaming icily

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

exuded chilling hostility. He leaned forward slightly, looking at Hank, and asked coldly, “Am I

Hank was silent.

have

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

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

most people have some degree of psychological issues, commonly

tapped his knee,

weakly, “From a psychological assessment, it seems