My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther appeared like a rose blooming amidst ruins—captivating, resplendent, and enduring.
“How much did Grandpa Gabriel find out?”
After sipping coffee and nibbling on a sandwich, Logan replied, “I don’t know. If you want to know, ask him yourself. Perhaps he
sent you here this time for a test.”
Logan paused for a moment and observed Esther’s contemplative expression. “Of course, all of this is just my speculation. I
don’t know the facts.”
It must be acknowledged that Logan grasped Gabriel’s most sincere thoughts. Regarding the unforeseen incident with Esther’s
parents, Gabriel harbored more self-blame than anyone else. Despite Esther’s father initially escaping unharmed, the vengeful
individuals hadn’t ceased their pursuit.
Initially, Gabriel believed that providing Esther with a positive environment, shielding her from hatred and everything else, would
ensure her safe and healthy development. However, only upon learning about Esther’s experiences did Gabriel recognize that
the optimal protection wasn’t confining her like a delicate flower but allowing her to grow freely, confronting storms and
challenges in life.
Gabriel believed that with Esther’s parents’ temperament, they couldn’t have raised a daughter who only saw love in her eyes. If
Esther’s parents were still alive, she would undoubtedly have evolved into a rational, upright, and compassionate person.
“I’ll personally ask him after finishing this case.”
Logan raised an eyebrow and cautioned her, “He might not tell you.”
“He will.”
Esther perked up, focusing on her work.
Logan and Esther uncovered the group’s predictable daily routines while staking out at the motel. The group remained discreet,
exhibiting extreme caution when ordering takeout or venturing outside, vigilantly surveying their surroundings.
The bar they had visited that night remained untouched. Logan suspected it might be their rendezvous point and investigated the
individuals they had interacted with that night through his contacts, finding no one suspicious.
“Esther, keep an eye on them. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Seated in front of the telescope, Esther attentively observed the group. She could endure solitude and stay concentrated,
especially knowing that this group might be linked to her father’s killers.
Esther genuinely yearned to catch them, extracting the truth about her parents’ murderers.
While Esther kept watch, Bradley frequented Steffan’s castle daily. Despite Xara’s pregnancy, she persisted in treating Felix.
Regardless of Bradley’s actions, Felix remained an innocent child.
For Xara, Felix was a child in need of help. As a psychologist, she aspired to bring back the unique smile that belonged to
children of Felix’s age.
Despite her strong dislike and even hatred for Bradley, Xara didn’t contemplate preventing him from seeing Felix.
Xara handed a thick folder to Bradley. “Mr. Warner, these are the drawings Felix made during the psychological therapy sessions
I conducted. Can you discern what they represent?”
Bradley opened the folder and noted the dates on each drawing.
With just one glance, he sensed the overwhelming weight in the drawings. Although Felix used vibrant colors, there was no hint
of brightness or joy. Instead, a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the artwork.