My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Clark laughed heartily. “Compared to being in a coma, I’m doing pretty well now.”

Clark would be a lifelong comatose patient had luck not sided with him. Agatha’s intervention had spared him that fate. It wasn’t the fear of being in a coma that bothered him—it was the worry that his wife and children would feel guilty and blame themselves if it happened.

“I’m sorry I’m only coming to see you now,” Bradley said.

Clark had essentially witnessed Bradley grow up and held a deep affection for him. Noticing the dark circles under Bradley’s eyes, Clark asked with concern, “And you? Haven’t you moved on from the shadow of Esther’s death?”

Bradley sat in silence for a while.

Daphne placed tea and fruits in front of Bradley before returning to the kitchen to busy herself.

“Clark, back then…”

room. Bradley was well aware that Kevin would never have discovered

Kevin, aren’t you?” Clark knew Bradley might think

Bradley shook his head.

Esther’s true identity. Perhaps, for many people, Esther

was an undercover DEA agent. After many years of infiltration, he finally found evidence against a criminal group, and

he later chose to live a normal life in a very remote

child, and they lived a seemingly happy life. But… one day,

sole survivor. Similarly, because she witnessed this tragedy, her body’s protective

true identity. That’s why he chose Esther for you, not just because she saved you when she was young but also due to

those painful times and, under the protection

didn’t look into Bradley’s eyes but instead gazed up at the vast

mistake at the beginning? Esther had the right to choose, and so