My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther sat on the hospital bed, boredom overwhelming her as she flipped through the engagement invitation.

Truthfully, if she weren't part of the affair, she would relish witnessing Logan's embarrassment—a selfinflicted wound.

Yet, being one of the involved parties, Esther felt like she had willingly stepped into a lion's den.

In the midst of her boredom, Esther detected a subtle, probing gaze. Calmly, she strolled to the window, drew the curtains, and scrutinized the building across the way.

After Logan sent away his parents, he casually approached Esther, inquiring, "What are you looking at?"

"Somebody's observing us from the building opposite."

Logan joined Esther by the window, glancing across. "Any idea who it might be?"

to Logan, whispering, "I suspect it's

eyebrow. "Your suspicion

their approach, appearing as

and Logan from the building across, Bradley felt as though someone had forcibly ripped a piece of his heart out with a knife. His hands, gripping the binoculars, trembled slightly. He was

pounded the wall furiously and gritted his teeth, glaring at Logan as

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"Mr. Warner, all the necessary arrangements have

with

"Understood."

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said, "I don't know

and sent Paul a