My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

poisoned knife that was torturing his heart. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and a nameless sense of panic gripped him.

Jasper glanced at Bradley coldly and asked, “Do you regret it?”

Regret? How could he regret Esther’s death?

Bradley stood up and threw the letter into Jasper’s arms, coldly and arrogantly stating, “When she dies, I’ll celebrate with two boxes of fireworks.” 1

Jasper was furious and did not even spare a glance at Bradley. He slowly opened his mouth and said coldly, “Then please leave now, Mr. Warner. Don’t dirty Esther’s way out.”

Bradley looked deeply at Jasper before turning and leaving the hallway outside the operating room. When he walked into an empty staircase, he clutched his chest in pain and slid down slowly against the wall, feeling weak, tired, and lonely. He was like a drowning person, greedily gasping for the last

bit of air.

word in Esther’s will seemed to come to life in Bradley’s mind. He looked at his hands under the dim light. His fingers were clean and slender, but they seemed to be stained with Esther’s blood. He unconsciously curved his fingers into an arc that coincidentally matched

“Mr. Warner?”

he unexpectedly encountered

switched back into his guise as a dignified, elegant, cold CEO. He slowly rose to his feet and casually asked, “What’s the

finished his sentence, then cautiously glanced at Bradley. “May I

for the best cardiac specialist for me.” Bradley coolly and

Cole hurriedly complied, “Yes.”

his long legs, making his way to the rooftop of the building. The night was thick

into the distance, the entire city was shimmering with dazzling lights, as if

earth, brilliant

in silence, the numbness and tremendous pain