My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 690

"I really was wrong! I'll never do it again!" Mike pleaded.

Bradley cruelly smirked as he pulled Esther into his arms, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "I'll teach you a game."

Esther was too nervous to move and remained still.

Bradley spoke slowly. "Come, hold this."

Esther's shock from the four brutal shots Bradley had fired in the basement lingered. She followed Bradley's instructions, gripping the hunting rifle.

"Yes, just like that."

The rifle felt heavy in Esther's hands.

Bradley reached over considerately, assisting her in holding it. Patiently, he guided her through the operation step by step.

"If I hadn't arrived in time earlier, you might have suffered at the hands of this repulsive man."

Esther's heart ached in agreement.

Bradley was right—without his timely intervention, she might have faced a terrible fate.

"What... What do you want from me?" she asked.

Bradley's tone turned cold. "Aim for his forehead and gently squeeze the trigger."

Ethical concerns kept Esther from complying. "I can't do it! I can't!"

This act felt no different from taking a life. It was murder.

"Is that so?" Bradley held Esther's hand and pulled the trigger.

Esther was so startled that she turned pale and fell into Bradley's arms.