My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley released his grip on Kevin’s shirt collar, a determined madness flashing in his eyes. “When did you find out about her?”

Kevin placed the flowers and supplements on the chair opposite the elevator, slowly sitting down. He faced the staggering Bradley and calmly explained, “A bit earlier than you did.”

“Did she contact you? Did she ask you not to tell me? What else did she ask of you?” Bradley asked.

Hearing Bradley’s questions, Kevin snickered. “Bradley, she’s not the Esther we know.”

“No, she is,” Bradley insisted, unwavering.

He knew Esther’s acting was impeccable, unmatched by anyone. Once, she deceived him, and he fell for it.

Back then, she didn’t have as much support. With many backing her now, what couldn’t she do?

“Bradley, suit yourself. Believe what you want.” Kevin pressed the doorbell at the glass door.

A nurse approached, and Kevin handed everything he had brought to her. “Please pass these to the ones who just left.”

“Okay.”

Kevin turned and entered

forcefully entered, his icy gaze fixed on Kevin. “How did you know

that

let’s find a quiet

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Kevin and

“My former

medical records, filled with professional jargon, and queried

has kidney disease. She needs a transplant. I’ve done the matching. I’m not

of Esther’s details are here. Look closely. She’s not

of Esther’s passport—a spirited, short-haired

foreign social media platforms using her passport details. Surprisingly, there was indeed a profile

a flaw in her profile was futile. She was an entirely independent,

information, she

Bradley still refused to believe

said, “Whether you believe it or not