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.

and her uneasy

seamlessly merged into busy traffic. For added security, they switched to three identical vans along

van's door swung open. "Remove the

Esther promptly removed their blindfolds

the silver-white space before them, surrounded by massive glass walls reflecting

the glass wall opposite Esther opened. Logan held Esther's hand, and they entered the glass

transparent instruments displayed hearts, livers, kidneys, eyes, and

Esther as she gazed

far bloodier scenes than this, felt a chilling sensation

"Welcome, Mr. Foster."

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

there's a tablet on

of patients and helped

stare at the screen before her. The person's facial features were blurred, but everything below the shoulders was clear. She felt a sense of familiarity when she looked at the person across from her as if