My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“If you don’t love her, you should let her soar freely.

“If you love her, you should hold her like a delicate flower, showering her with affection.

“Your pride, your arrogance, your dominance—they’re all the culprits that pushed her to death.”

Everyone familiar with Bradley and Esther’s history deemed Bradley the culprit. Regardless of his self-defense, it amounted to mere self-deception.

The truth was within Bradley’s grasp, yet he repeatedly refused to acknowledge it.

“I… I…” Bradley pondered Felix’s drawings, Felix’s illness, and the whereabouts of his and Esther’s missing daughters. An indescribable glimmer of emotion flickered in his eyes. “What should I do now?”

Bethany shook her head and softly said, “This is your life.”

The road stretched beneath his feet. By taking the first step, a new life awaited him.

up his clothes, wrote a check, and placed it in front

the figure on the check, Bethany’s eyes brightened

speak, gracefully exiting

hotel, where Mandy was indulging in a

glanced at the ringing phone, but she switched it to

response from Mandy, Bradley instructed the hotel staff to pack

with Clark around, such matters never concerned him. Thinking

of the room, Mandy caught up, looking radiant.

Bradley’s haughty attitude, summoning her at will and dismissing her just

feel wronged staying by

Mandy’s eyes widen. She looked at him, thinking, ‘Bradley, you’re really clueless! I’m the one who donated my liver to you, and this is

attitude toward Esther, the woman who had given birth to

don’t feel well,”