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 calmed

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

door swung open. "Remove the blindfolds and exit the

Esther promptly removed their

space before them, surrounded by massive glass

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

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

as she gazed

had witnessed far bloodier scenes than this, felt a chilling sensation he couldn't quite

"Welcome, Mr. Foster."

conference table in the open area. As they sat

tablet

of thousands of patients and helped countless individuals regain their

tablet's data, 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 of familiarity when she looked