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

“Can you recall a single experience you shared with her? Even

in his memories. In his mind, he saw her chasing after him. At that

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

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

eyes gleaming icily like the

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

leaned forward slightly, looking at Hank, and asked coldly,

Hank was silent.

I have

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

run down his spine. Bradley’s expression was too terrifying, and he firmly believed that if

have some degree of psychological issues,

knee, demanding a

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