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.

reassuring gaze, and

sat quietly as the silver van seamlessly merged into busy traffic. For added security, they switched to

"Remove the

promptly removed their

space before them, surrounded by massive glass walls reflecting their silhouettes. The entire scene exuded a

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

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

Esther as she gazed at everything

far bloodier scenes than

"Welcome, Mr. Foster."

a conference table in the open area. As they sat down, an electronic screen rose in

a tablet on

of thousands of patients and

were blurred, but everything below the shoulders was clear. She felt a sense of familiarity when she looked