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.

alive, Felix would surely have known, given her deep concern

Bradley’s heart like needles,

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

and walked into the dark night. Just as

buddy!” The thugs approached Bradley with ill intentions, arrogantly demanding, “Give

of the thugs extended a greedy

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

stretched his wrists and shouted,

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

the blood on his fists, unsure whose it was. He sneered and returned

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