My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 875

Kevin was correct—he lacked the ability to cherish Esther, and he was undeserving of her love.

Bradley forced a bitter smile, downing his beer.

"Another bottle, please," he requested.

"Sure thing." The wife brought another beer for Bradley, noting a wedding ring on his left finger. She kindly advised, "Sir, maybe you should drink a little less. Your family at home might worry about you."

"My wife might worry about me?" Bradley chuckled wryly and murmured affectionately, "If only she would worry."

"She will definitely worry about you," the wife affirmed.

Yeah. She would worry.

Once, Esther's world revolved around him. At that time, even a furrowed brow or a cough of his would make her concerned and anxious. It was just that he was arrogant and ignorant of love back then.

Now, only now, did he understand what he had missed.

"My wife passed away." Bradley dropped this sentence lightly.

The wife apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

Bradley continued drinking the beer, growing tipsy from the cheap liquor that cost just a few dollars.

Behind him, the office workers finished complaining about their bosses and started criticizing their clients.

"Do you guys know about the Fosters of Capitus?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"One of the heirs from the Fosters is getting engaged. We received an order from the Fosters. I wonder about that girl. She somehow caught the attention of the Fosters!"

"Families like the Fosters often engage in political unions, right?"