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.

city, if Esther were still alive, Felix would surely have known, given her deep concern for him. Unless… she

heart like

bustling crowd around him, he felt like he had fallen into an icy abyss, chilling him to

a self-mocking smirk and walked into the dark night. Just as he turned a corner, a group of thugs closed in

ill intentions, arrogantly demanding, “Give us some

thugs

hand and dealt with these troublemakers like punching bags. He vented his anger

his wrists and

thugs hadn’t anticipated that the seemingly fragile Bradley possessed such explosive combat skills. They exchanged

fists, unsure whose it was. He sneered

he opened the door, Mandy greeted