My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

The psychologist, Bethany Hackett, observed Bradley as he fell into deep contemplation in response to her words.

Without disturbing him, Bethany allowed Bradley the space to ponder the question at hand.

After a prolonged silence, Bradley slowly raised his gaze to meet Bethany’s. “I hope she’s alive.”

Bethany’s words had prompted Bradley to seriously consider the question. He vividly remembered the car plummeting off the cliff, the engulfing flames, and Esther being pushed into the incinerator. All signs pointed to Esther being dead.

Nevertheless, Bradley persisted in the search, convincing himself that she was still alive.

“Let me ask you again. Do you think she’s alive because you believe it will alleviate your guilt?”

Bradley looked at Bethany and shook his head. “No. She’s a cunning woman who’s good at acting.”

gentle gaze on Bradley

a

understanding, Bethany replied, “In this day and age, having a psychological disorder is not something shameful. If you cooperate

do I

step in treatment is accepting

gaze chilled slightly. His heart began to ache uncontrollably as he grasped the implication—accepting the reality that Esther had left this

with a smile and

life will stagnate.” Bethany didn’t waver in the face of Bradley’s intense, almost menacing gaze. “Of

and physically. This psychologist,

you think I should take full responsibility for

replied, “I’m a psychologist and don’t provide answers with

saying her death is my