My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 535

Esther weakly opened her eyes, gazing at the man who had astonished her entire youth. She whispered feebly, “Bradley, I hate you.”

‘I hate you. Hate you.’

Esther understood more than anyone else that love often lay on the opposite end of hate. Without an enduring love, could such profound hatred even exist?

“I hate you.” These three words echoed like thunder in Bradley’s ears.

He gently cupped Esther’s face, softly kissing away her tears. His gesture seemed like a plea for forgiveness and redemption.

The man Bradley had nearly beaten to death eventually regained consciousness. He looked at the scene before him, as if it were a beautiful moment from a movie. Anger consumed him, and he grabbed a nearby wine bottle, forcefully smashing it against the back of Bradley’s head.

“Damn it. How dare you snatch my woman?”

Blood stained Bradley’s white hair. He disregarded Esther, who was barely conscious, and walked over to the man. He grabbed the man’s collar and violently tossed him into the artificial pond by the room.

loud scream echoed throughout

front courtyard rushed toward the commotion. They found a

them instantly recognized

Pendleton! Mr.

hand pointed toward the room. “Quickly, catch

guests hurried inside, a collective gasp escaping their lips. The room was heavy with the metallic scent of

on the bed, barely holding on to life, her brocade quilt soaked with her fresh blood. Her once flawless skin was marked with ambiguous kiss marks. The events that had unfolded in this room were painfully clear.

his gaze fixed on

covered Esther’s body with a quilt, and her hands trembled as she dialed

he

could she bleed

really too pitiful!”

from the others as he was eager to check on Esther.

realize that Esther was pregnant?”

response was mechanical, his voice hollow,