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.

unfamiliar city, if Esther were still alive, Felix would

thought of Esther being dead pierced Bradley’s heart like needles, making him break out in a cold

the bustling crowd around him, he felt like he had fallen into an

and walked into the dark night. Just as he turned a corner, a group of thugs closed in on

Bradley with ill intentions, arrogantly

the thugs

vented his anger without restraint, intending to beat them all senseless. However, his

wrists

the seemingly fragile Bradley possessed such explosive

glanced at the blood on his fists, unsure whose it was. He

door, Mandy greeted him, “Bradley, did you manage