My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Logan replied, "Fiction may be make-believe, but reality can be far more absurd than fiction."

Esther, however, remained somewhat apprehensive. Unlike previous missions, her combat strength had been directly weakened this time. If something went wrong, she could potentially be a burden to Logan.

Nevertheless, Agatha's teachings on releasing body restraints equipped her to avoid hindering Logan if danger arose.

The biting cold wind brushed against Esther's face, prompting her to gather her dress.

A silver van halted in front of them.

Logan maneuvered Esther's wheelchair toward the van, and once they settled in, two brand-new black blindfolds were handed to them.

"For safety, please cooperate."

Logan took the package, opened the blindfold, and gently placed it on Esther.

Logan's reassuring gaze, and her uneasy heart gradually

blindfolds, Logan and Esther sat quietly as the silver van seamlessly merged into busy traffic. For added security, they

open. "Remove the blindfolds and exit the

Esther promptly removed their blindfolds

silver-white space before them, surrounded by massive glass

a "ding," the glass wall opposite Esther opened. Logan held Esther's hand, and they

elevator, rows of transparent instruments displayed hearts, livers, kidneys, eyes,

Esther as she gazed at

had witnessed far bloodier scenes than this,

"Welcome, Mr. Foster."

table in the open area. As they sat down, an electronic screen rose in front of

tablet on

patients and helped countless individuals regain

Esther couldn't help but stare at the screen before her. The person's facial features were blurred, but everything below the shoulders was clear. She felt a sense