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.”

turned and entered the

were closing, Bradley forcefully entered, his

that everything had to revolve

find a quiet

–

hour later, Kevin and Bradley sat

“My former classmate in this hospital discovered

the medical records, filled with professional jargon, and queried in confusion,

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

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

out a copy of

foreign social media platforms using her passport

profile was futile.

available information, she

still refused to believe what was happening before

Kevin said, “Whether you believe