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

raised an eyebrow. "Your

their approach, appearing as though they were kissing

though someone had forcibly ripped a piece of his heart out with a knife. His hands, gripping the binoculars, trembled

the wall furiously and gritted his teeth, glaring at Logan as if he intended to

I'll be staying

Warner, all the necessary

meeting with Logan's parents

"Understood."

Bradley. "Mr. Foster, I'm

said, "I

and sent Paul a wedding photo of himself and Esther. Yet, the message seemed