My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

As expected, delayed affection was worthless!

Esther didn’t want to waste her energy on a man like Bradley. To put it plainly, he wasn’t worth it.

Before long, Logan returned, opened the car door, and got in. His gaze darkened slightly as he said, “Let’s go. They’re heading back to the motel.”

“Alright.”

Esther drove the red sports car away from the bar, zooming past Bradley like lightning through the night.

Bradley stood outside the bar, self-mockingly thinking that maybe his encounter with Felix had driven him to act irrationally. Why else would he find Esther in a place like this? Esther wasn’t known for frequenting bars.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling utterly exhausted. He wondered if he had been seeing her in everyone he met lately. He had been so sure it was her, but now he wasn’t certain.

a foreign land and an unfamiliar city, if Esther were still alive, Felix would surely have known, given her deep concern for

dead pierced Bradley’s heart like needles,

like he had fallen into an icy

at the bar with a self-mocking smirk and walked into the dark night. Just

with ill intentions, arrogantly

the thugs extended a greedy

hand and dealt with these troublemakers like punching bags. He vented his anger without restraint, intending to

stretched his wrists and

the seemingly fragile Bradley possessed such explosive combat

his fists, unsure whose

soon as he opened the door, Mandy greeted him,