My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

In an instant, a myriad of emotions surged through Bradley. His desire was to bring Esther back to his side, ensuring her reliance solely on him, with no one else to turn to.

However, for Esther to depend solely on him meant severing ties with all those who had assisted her. This idea sprouted in Bradley’s mind like mushrooms after rain while his rational side battled hard to restrain these fervent thoughts.

‘Bradley, are you going mad? If you do this, not only Felix won’t forgive you, but Esther won’t either! If you truly wish to regain Esther’s love, you can’t resort to such forceful means.’

“I’ll wait here,” Bradley said, settling into a chair near the elevator.

He glanced at Kevin’s number on his phone but hesitated before calling him. Kevin couldn’t be trusted—perhaps he and Jasper had hidden the news of Esther being alive from him.

Seeing Bradley not causing a scene, the nurse turned away. She reached the door of Room 606 and lightly knocked.

“Come in,” came the response.

asleep, but Logan was already awake, an

“Mr. Foster.”

a white towel to wipe off

Warner is waiting

and replied in a low voice,

left, Logan called Gabriel. “Mr. Sinclair,

Esther. Even if Esther had a problematic past, why not just make her lose her memory directly?

need to arrange a direct meeting

partner now. Discuss it between yourselves,” Gabriel

kicked to the bed’s end. Perhaps she was having a pleasant dream.

eyes, gazing warily at Logan. After confirming it was him, she checked the time on her phone, then groggily asked, “Logan, you’re

up and freshen up. I’ll take you to the rooftop to watch