My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 

Jacob responded with a faint “Oh” and continued to ask, “You loved the wrong person, but you had children for him. Do you regret it?” 

“You might not believe it, Jacob, but I’ve never regretted it.” Esther’s gaze fell on Jacob’s young, handsome face. “If you’re interested, I can tell you my story.” 

“Go ahead.” Jacob leaned back in the leather seat, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes. 

“I was infatuated with him at first sight. At that time, he was a popular guy on campus, excelling in both academics and sports. Many girls liked him, including me. 

“Young love is like honey, making people eager to taste its sweetness. But he seemed to have an unattainable crush at that time. I’m not sure of the particulars. Anyway, we got married through his grandfather’s arrangement. He resisted the marriage while I was immersed in the happiness of having my wish fulfilled. 

“I naively thought that as long as I loved him, I could overcome everything and win his favor. But reality proved that all of it was my wishful thinking. 

“He got drunk, and I got pregnant. It was at that time a video came up and spread like wildfire. I tried to prove my innocence, but it was no use. 

“That video then triggered everything after that. You asked how I lost Pixie? It was because I gave birth in prison. When I woke up, the prison doctor told me that my children had died! 

“Only after I was released from prison did I find out that another woman had secretly taken away and raised my son as her own in the man’s presence. 

“As for my twin daughters, he sent them to an orphanage, making them abandoned children. When I finally got news of my daughters, one was adopted, and the other died.” 

Esther’s words were filled with anguish. 

Jacob fixed his gaze on the Rubik’s Cube in his hands and asked, “Do you hate him?” 

“Hate?” Esther laughed bitterly. “You can only hate someone when you still love them. I don’t love him, so where would the hate come from? He’s not worth me investing any emotions in anymore.” 

“If…” Jacob’s voice was hoarse, and he hesitated before asking, “If your son wants you to remarry him one day?” 

“That day will never come,” Esther said firmly. “My son will surely understand the pain I’ve been through. He wouldn’t want me to return to that dark swamp just for him.” 

Jacob did not say anything else. He lowered his head and earnestly played with the Rubik’s Cube. 

Esther noticed out of the corner of her eye that they weren’t heading to the church hospital as planned. Instead, the car was driving toward the bustling city center. 

As she wondered, the car came to a stop. 

The bodyguards opened the door and escorted Jacob and Esther into a riverside mansion that was like a heritage site. 

“Mr. Sanderson, you’re back!” 

Jacob led Esther into the picturesque mansion, with its huge ceiling-to-floor windows overlooking a sea of flowers and a winding river. In the distance, they could see an arched iron bridge-one of the city’s most famous landmarks.