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!

I didn’t love you, that I despised you. But it was only after losing you forever that

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

How dare you leave without

“No! Esther isn’t dead!

She can’t be

his stubble and tidying his white

tormented by inner demons vanished, replaced by a colder, more ruthless, and bloodthirsty

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to a residential area, and

Minesweeper on his computer, heard the door open. He glanced at

a seat. “I’ve heard you’re the best