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.”

maintained a gentle gaze on Bradley until his voice

I have a psychological disorder?” he

replied, “In this day and age, having a psychological disorder is not something shameful. If you cooperate with the treatment, you can

I

first step in treatment is accepting

slightly. His heart began to ache uncontrollably as he grasped the implication—accepting the

met Bradley’s gaze with a smile

already happened. You can’t stop it. If you keep dwelling on the past, your life will stagnate.” Bethany didn’t waver in the face of Bradley’s intense, almost menacing gaze. “Of course, this

felt completely relaxed in Bethany’s office, both mentally and physically. This psychologist,

should take

this question from Bradley. She calmly replied, “I’m a psychologist and don’t provide

saying her