My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Kevin constantly reminded himself that he bore responsibility for Esther’s death.

After Kevin’s departure, Warner Manor returned to its tranquil state. Bradley extended his hand to gently caress the familiar face in the photograph, particularly those bright, captivating eyes resembling a starry galaxy and gleaming with purity and radiance.

“Esther, you’re not dead, are you?

“You’ve always excelled at acting, at disguising.

“This time, you’re just acting, right?”

Each time Bradley posed this question to himself, he conjured the image of Esther’s casket at the funeral home, the memory of watching it being pushed into the cremator.

“Esther!

always believed I didn’t love you, that I

granted you the right to recklessly enter my world? Who gave you the courage to ruthlessly cast me out of

You are my wife! How dare you leave without

“No! Esther isn’t dead!

She can’t be

bedroom. He freshened up, shaving off his stubble and tidying his white hair. He then selected a well-fitted, high-quality suit without

inner demons vanished, replaced by a colder, more

–

a residential area, and he entered a game room as

computer, heard the door open. He glanced at Bradley lazily

a seat. “I’ve