My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 925 I Bradley tried to struggle out of the rope's confinement, unknowingly tightening it further. The rope began to sting his wrists. I A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Esther suddenly chuckled coldly as she watched Bradley's frantic attempts to I break free, the sound echoing clear in I the silent air.

Surrounded by darkness, Bradley strained his eyes but could only discern vague figures in the distance.

"Esther, I know it's you!" His gaze on the shadow in the dark carried a hint of coldness. "I'll count to three. Release me!"

Esther turned away without sparing Bradley a glance. How long had he been bound? And he could not take it anymore? Had he ever considered if the former Esther could endure this? Esther didn't want to engage with Bradley, especially not now. He needed calm, serious thought. Unlike him, she had patience and would allow him ample space for contemplation.

She left the warehouse with measured I I steps, every tiny sound amplified in the I vast space.

Bradley heard the rhythm of his I heartbeat, pounding like Death's footsteps. I For a moment, an absurd thought crossed Bradley's mind. Maybe she I wasn't Esther. If she was the Esther I who once deeply loved him, she

wouldn't do this.

He smiled sardonically and sat silently {I in the dark, patiently waiting. He firmly believed Esther wouldn't imprison him for long.

He wasn't an ordinary man—he held a high social status. His disappearance would surely create turmoil.

Bradley smirked. He would play along with whatever she wanted to do.

Esther remained discontented after imprisoning Bradley. She paced in the room, brainstorming numerous ways to kill him. Yet, none seemed brutal enough to satisfy her wrath. I If Bradley died like this, how could it quench her thirst for revenge? She wanted him to kneel in front of her sister and parents and confess his

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"Esther, have you decided how you'll kill Bradley?" Logan teased.

Esther stopped her pacing and looked at Logan. "Didn't you say killing is illegal?" "If you're determined, I can't stop you." Logan's reply caused Esther to frown slightly. She fell silent and sat on the sofa, looking at Logan calmly. She hesitated for a moment but still didn't speak.

Who could understand her feelings? Despite Bradley being despicable and deserving of countless deaths, the idea of personally killing him repulsed her,

as she couldn't bear the thought of his filthy blood staining her hands.

"Law is my ultimate boundary. Lie If killing weren't illegal, she would kill Bradley countless times, each death more diverse. However, murder was unlawful! She couldn't and shouldn't kill.

"Logan, from a man's perspective, what's the best way to make Bradley suffer?" she asked.