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

recall a single experience you shared with

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

that, no matter when he turned around, he would see her smiling face. He took in his world. As

was as if someone he believed would never vanish

remained silent, his eyes gleaming icily like the stars

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

hostility. He leaned forward slightly, looking at Hank, and asked

Hank was silent.

I have a mental

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

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

degree of psychological

tapped his knee,

his lip and said weakly, “From a psychological