My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“Madam…” Cole sighed. He did not expect Tinkerbell, who had been lively and fine, to be gone so soon either.

“Hold on. I’ll call Mr. Warner.”

The clients of this private hospital under the Warner Group were either rich or influential.

Although Esther had spent five years in prison, most people could still recognize that she was the main character of that wedding of the century back then, and that she was also the woman Bradley had personally sent to prison five years ago.

They were curious, probing, and confused as they looked at Esther and the mini coffin next to her. Esther put a hand on the lid of Tinkerbell’s coffin as if the girl would give her strength somehow.

Cole called Bradley to tell him about the situation in the lobby. The latter paused, and a glimpse of panic flashed in his eyes,

Many people moved about in the hospital lobby, but Esther remained unfazed as the people scanned her and took videos of her.

“ding” from the elevator, Bradley walked to Esther in long, hurried strides, looking

he could no longer

“Esther, you-”

a chance to speak as she threw the maternity test result in her hand on his face. With reddened eyes, she questioned, “Bradley Warner, how does it

with both hands and flipped to the last page. He scowled and asked impassively,

daughter!” Esther cried in anger and resentment. “Do a paternity

looked at the pitiful state Esther was in and could not help recalling the young Esther, who was so small yet so incredibly brave in

fussing as long as

gave in in the face of

paternity test, and Tinkerbell and