My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533 

Bradley’s words pierced Esther’s heart like a blade, causing a profound pain that felt like a thousand arrows striking her at 

once. 

She reached up and used both hands to cup Bradley’s handsome face, locking her gaze with his intense eyes. 

“Brad, it’s yours… It’s yours,” she repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. “Bradley, I’m carrying your child.” 

Bradley’s grip on Esther’s chin relaxed, but his eyes probed hers, searching for the truth. The intensity of his gaze made Esther involuntarily let out a soft moan. 

“You’re pregnant?” Bradley’s voice was cold, disbelief and doubt filling his eyes. 

Esther nodded, her eyes wide and sincere. 

“I don’t believe you,” Bradley sneered and smiled mockingly, his thumb and forefinger cruelly pinching Esther’s chin.” Esther, you’ve always been crafty, spinning lies and deception. You’d even feign amnesia to manipulate me. How can I trust something as important as a pregnancy coming from you?” 

With those words, Bradley kissed her forcefully, ignoring her protests. His kiss felt like raindrops gently caressing peach blossoms in a spring breeze. Initially resistant, the blossoms gradually yielded to the rain’s embrace, turning passionate and enchanting. 

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Esther’s abdomen, spreading throughout her body. She gasped in alarm and clutched Bradley’s collar with her pale hand. Her words broke into desperate fragments, like a fish gasping for air. “Brad, take me… Take me to the hospital now.” 

Her abdomen twisted in agonizing spasms, and Esther drew in a sharp breath, the pain so intense it left her breathless. “Stop pretending, Esther!” Bradley snarled. He covered her mouth and fiercely bit her delicate earlobe. 

“No! 

“Don’t! 

“Please! 

“Brad, our child…. 

“Save the child…” 

Esther’s body contorted in pain. Tears overflowed from her eyes as she cried and pleaded, only to be silenced by Bradley’s unyielding hand. 

Bradley’s emotions grew tangled at the thought that if he hadn’t arrived in time, Esther might have been with another man. He felt like a lone wolf racing through the wild, consumed by the urge to make Esther his own.