My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 89

Jasper’s words

instantly ignited Bradley’s heart with flames of anger! The fiery anger consumed all his rationality. He to

ok a step forward and firmly grabbed Jasper’s collar, arrogantly saying, “Jasper, Esther is

mine. Unless I don’t want her, no one, including you, can touch her even a bit.”

Jasper sneered coldly. “Have you lost your mind? Esther is still unconscious. If she wakes up, the first t

hing she will do is distance herself from you…” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Jasper Searle…” Bradley clenched his fist and fiercely swung it toward Jasper’s face.

Jasper caught Bradley’s fist with his hand, tauntingly inviting, “If you want to fight, we can meet at the b

oxing gym. This is a hospital ward, not a place for fighting.”

Bradley slowly released his grip on Jasper’s collar and took a step back. A glimpse of a

chilling glow flashed in his dark eyes.

“Jasper, you can leave now,” said Bradley.

Jasper not only did not leave but also opened the cake box in his hand. There was a square tiramisu ca

ke inside that was

exquisitely made and looked appealing.

“Bradley, you keep saying that Esther is your wife, but do you really know her?

“Do you know her preferences? Do you know her favorite food?

“Do you know her favorite color? Do you know what she enjoys doing the most?

“No, you don’t know anything. Do you think that having a marriage certificate makes you and her an inv

incible couple?

“No!” Jasper looked at Bradley and spoke each word slowly. ” Bradley, from the moment you forcibly to

ok Esther away to donate bone marrow to Felix, there could only be deep–

seated enmity between you two! You and her, for the rest of your lives, can only be enemies -

never lovers, never husband and wife.”

Bradley’s fists clenched tightly, his expression fierce, and a chilling and sinister aura surged in his eyes.

“The reason you stopped me from seeing her is nothing more than your pride. You want Esther to rema

in forever asleep.” Jasper looked at Esther on the hospital bed with deep

affection, softly murmuring, “Unlike you, I don’t want to have Esther. I support and want her

to be happy. I hope she can wake up and have a regular woman’s happiness.”

Jasper spoke with a soft voice. “Even if the man who brings her happiness is not me, I’ll accept it willing

ly.”

Bradley looked at Jasper’s profile. Memories of everything Jasper had done for Esther over the years r

ushed back to his mind, and a hint of jealousy surged in his heart. He sneered and mocked him. “Jaspe

r, no matter how selfless you sound, you can’t hide your despicable act of coveting someone else’s wife

.”

Jasper clapped his hands upon hearing that.

“Bradley, you’re right. I do

covet your wife. But so what? I never tried to destroy your marriage. I guarded her silently from behind.”

Jasper’s deep eyes seemed to ripple like a deep

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blue sea. “And you? Even though she’s your wife, you’re the man who’s hurt her the most in this world,

Bradley. In her heart, you’ll forever be the killer of her daughter. Your hands. are stained with your daug

hter’s blood!”

Bradley’s expression froze, and a tinge of regret welled up in his eyes.

Yes. It was he who had personally tied Esther to the operating theater.

However, he had no other choice at that time for Felix’s life.

He truly did not know that Tinkerbell was their daughter. If he had known, he would never have done it–

never.

“This is Esther’s favorite cake. Do you know what message this cake carries?” Jasper’s eyes welled

up with tears, filled with extreme sorrow. “The meaning of tiramisu is ‘take me away‘.”

Bradley suddenly recalled that there was always such a dessert on the dining table and in the fridge at t

he Warners. It was just that he did not like that type of dessert.