My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 771

For a moment, Esther's heart seemed to stop.

"Why not keep acting, Esther? It's your forte, isn't it?" Bradley's words hit Esther hard, affecting her head and her heart.

"Your acting skills are incredible. You could even compete for an Oscar as the Best Actress. It will be a waste if you don't."

Faced with Bradley's mockery and taunts, Esther stayed silent and merely watched him, waiting to see what crazier actions he might take.

"You knew you'd have an allergic reaction, yet you ate something that would trigger it. Did you think I'd have a change of heart when you were in distress? Did you believe you had a chance of being saved?"

A trace of mockery appeared in Esther's beautiful eyes as she replied, "Mr. Warner, why would I entertain such a delusion?"

Hope would be a luxury with a heartless man like him.

"Delusion?" Bradley walked up to Esther, looking down at her with a condescending smile. "Think I used the wrong words?"

Bradley's eyes gleamed with malice. "Seems I've been too lenient with you, Esther."

Esther suddenly burst into laughter and covered her face with both hands, tears streaming down into her hair.

"Shut up!" Bradley demanded.

Esther laughed so hard it hurt her stomach. She looked at Bradley, who appeared somewhat annoyed, and taunted, "Mr. Warner, I suggest you look up 'kind' in the dictionary."

Bradley had repeatedly pushed her into the abyss, yet he had the audacity to claim he had been too kind to her?

"Esther!"

Esther knew Bradley was still resentful of her deception about her memory loss. What had happened afterward made her reluctant to explain why she had done it.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Warner. My acting skills are decent. But why should I act with you?

"When I discovered that Felix was my son, I naively thought I still loved you. I wanted to leave with Felix.

"I thought that after leaving with Felix, we might not meet again for a long time. As such, I wanted to create precious and pleasant, though artificial, memories."

Esther held Bradley's chin, trying to distinguish the difference between this Bradley and the innocent young man she remembered.

"You and him share the same face, but you'll never be him," she said.

Bradley gripped her chin and asked, his voice hoarse and threatening, "Who is he?"