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.

Felix would surely have

pierced Bradley’s heart like needles, making him break out in a

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

walked into the dark night. Just as

The thugs approached Bradley with ill intentions, arrogantly demanding,

of the thugs extended a

dealt with these troublemakers like punching bags. He vented his anger without restraint, intending to beat them all senseless. However,

his wrists and shouted,

fragile Bradley possessed such

the blood on his fists, unsure whose

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