My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Logan, Agatha, and Esther arrived at Capitus International Airport. To heighten the authenticity of their plan, Esther had been in a wheelchair since disembarking the plane.

“Grandma Agatha, don’t you think I look too healthy?” Esther questioned, glancing at herself on her phone.

Even without makeup, her complexion was radiant, far from that of a sick person.

“We’ll take you to the hospital right away,” Agatha said, reaching out to touch Esther’s face with an indulgent look. “Once we’re there, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay.”

At the hospital.

Agatha managed everything on the medical front.

Half an hour later, Esther found herself on a hospital bed, engrossed in her phone. “Logan, do you think this is okay?”

Logan replied gently, “Looks good.”

She switched to selfie mode on her phone

to

just want to

stood across from Esther, his warm gaze on her face. He spoke earnestly. “Even

was momentarily surprised, then laughed. “You’re getting

criminals we’re dealing with are far more brutal, cold-blooded,

considered criminals to be good people. If they were, they wouldn’t

“But your identity—”

“What about my

be wary of you and

your point, but those people in the criminal

were in their shoes. It was only logical not

reform,” Logan explained. “And some men like to see respectable women

with confusion and asked, “But you know that I’m pretending. My kidneys are fine.