My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 192

Liliane’s heart brimmed with satisfaction as she envisioned her wedding with Bradley as the ultimate solution to rid herself of the bothersome presence of Esther and Felix. Her life would be smooth sailing with their departure, victorious in every aspect.

In a cold and disrespectful tone that lacked the humility expected of a son-in-law toward his mother-in-law, Bradley addressed Leah, saying, “Please take care of Liliane, Mrs. Anstey.”

He carried himself with an air of superiority, emitting a strange contradiction.

The seamless progression of events made Leah’s temples throb uncontrollably. Suddenly, an important question struck her mind-had Esther and Bradley already divorced?

“Mr. Warner, your divorce certificate…”

A sinister glint quietly blossomed in Bradley’s eyes as he gazed at Leah, calmly stating, ” Esther has signed the divorce agreement, and the lawyers are handling the proceedings.” Liliane was also aware of Esther signing the divorce agreement. She held Leah’s hand and coquettishly remarked, “Mom, Brad doesn’t need to personally handle these matters. The lawyers will take care of it. Don’t you have confidence in the legal department of the Warner Group?”

casually responded, Mr. Warner, although the Ansteys may not be as wealthy as the Warners, we

upon Liliane’s delicate face, resembling a flower. “Bradley Warner’s wife won’t need to rely on her family’s

“It’s different-”

and coldly interjected, “It’s getting late. Rest early. If you have any ideas, contact the wedding planning company directly. I have more than enough money, so there’s no need for you to save it

happiness overflowed like that of a little girl. At that moment, all her schemes and manipulations were forgotten.

care of yourself.” Bradley opened the door of the hospital room and calmly departed.

felt an inexplicable unease settling within

I’m

embrace, hugging

She was just an ordinary mother and hoped her daughter would experience this

undergo the heart transplant once I’m married. And after the transplant, I’ll have my own child. I’ll love it dearly and cherish it like a

gently brushed away the bangs from Liliane’s forehead, speaking slowly.