My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Clark put on the glasses hanging in front of his chest and took the photo from Bradley. He scrutinized it for some time before answering, “Mr. Bradley, she’s Madam. Your parents went on a business trip and were caught in an accident. It’s Madam who stayed nearby who saved you on the spot. Because you witnessed your parents’ death, you’ve selectively forgotten the memory.”

Bradley jolted. He stared at the girl in the photo in disbelief. She had eyes exactly like Esther’s.

“S-So…”

Clark nodded and said in certainty, “Sir, Madam’s your savior.”

Bradley felt like his world was flipped upside down in an unnatural silence. He had never expected the woman he hated and resented to be his childhood savior.

“W-Why… didn’t you all tell me?” asked Bradley.

Clark shook his head wryly and explained, “You didn’t even have that piece of memory. Telling you the truth would only add to your pain for nothing. You got to know Madam far earlier than you thought. Whatever happened, she saved your life. Please stop holding grudges against her. I also don’t believe that she’s the one behind Mr. Thomas’ passing.”

Clark’s every word penetrated Bradley’s mind like a needle. He felt a splitting headache as much as misery.

know it. He did not know

known, would he

impassive and ruthless to her, would the many

I don’t

photo Clark produced after he calmed

no memory

was so advanced now. He could produce hundreds and

could

a thumb drive and played its content on the study’s

times in the air and dropped to the ground.

pulled a

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cars by the road to ask the driver for