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

doors were closing, Bradley forcefully entered, his icy gaze fixed on Kevin.

that everything

let’s find a quiet

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hour later, Kevin and Bradley

to Bradley. “My former classmate in this

at the medical records, filled with professional

kidney disease. She needs a transplant. I’ve done the matching. I’m

of Esther’s details are

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

using her passport details. Surprisingly, there was indeed a profile belonging

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

information, she wasn’t

is fake.” Bradley still refused to believe

you believe