My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley released his grip on Kevin’s shirt collar, a determined madness flashing in his eyes. “When did you find out about her?”
Kevin placed the flowers and supplements on the chair opposite the elevator, slowly sitting down. He faced the staggering
Bradley and calmly explained, “A bit earlier than you did.”
“Did she contact you? Did she ask you not to tell me? What else did she ask of you?” Bradley asked.
Hearing Bradley’s questions, Kevin snickered. “Bradley, she’s not the Esther we know.”
“No, she is,” Bradley insisted, unwavering.
He knew Esther’s acting was impeccable, unmatched by anyone. Once, she deceived him, and he fell for it.
Back then, she didn’t have as much support. With many backing her now, what couldn’t she do?
“Bradley, suit yourself. Believe what you want.” Kevin pressed the doorbell at the glass door.
A nurse approached, and Kevin handed everything he had brought to her. “Please pass these to the ones who just left.”
“Okay.”
After that, Kevin turned and entered the elevator.
Just as the elevator doors were closing, Bradley forcefully entered, his icy gaze fixed on Kevin. “How did you know she’s here?”
Kevin knew Bradley’s nature—so dominant that everything had to revolve around him.
“Bradley, let’s find a quiet place to talk.”
–
Half an hour later, Kevin and Bradley sat in a hotel suite.
Kevin tossed a bunch of medical records to Bradley. “My former classmate in this hospital discovered Esther and notified me.”
Bradley looked at the medical records, filled with professional jargon, and queried in confusion, “What does this mean?”
“Esther has kidney disease. She needs a transplant. I’ve done the matching. I’m not compatible.

“Bradley, all of Esther’s details are here. Look closely. She’s not her.”
Bradley pulled out a copy of Esther’s passport—a spirited, short-haired Esther pictured.
He searched for her name on foreign social media platforms using her passport details. Surprisingly, there was indeed a profile
belonging to her.
Attempting to find a flaw in her profile was futile. She was an entirely independent, living person.
From all available information, she wasn’t her.
“This is fake.” Bradley still refused to believe what was happening before him.
Resigned, Kevin said, “Whether you believe it or not doesn’t matter.”
“Kevin!” Bradley stood up, ordering coldly, “Perform a kidney match for me!”
Kevin was at a loss for words. He thought that Esther would rather die than accept a kidney from Bradley.
“Do the match for me immediately right now!”
As Bradley finished speaking, his phone lit up.
“Dylan, I’m at the hotel. Come directly to me.”
–
Dylan knocked on Bradley’s room door with an envelope ten minutes later.
“Come in.”
Dylan handed the envelope to Bradley, his gaze glinting slightly as he said, “Mr. Warner, here are all of Ms. Esther Quill’s
personal details.”