My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

made of fresh flowers in seven different colors.
A pink casket lay in the carriage.
From the hall’s entrance, the path leading to the coffin was sprinkled with flower petals, with clovers on both sides of the path.
The rich heiresses and socialites were shocked by what they saw. They never imagined that Esther would be willing to hold such
a grand funeral for a deceased child. They looked at each other and gathered the courage to walk from the petal path to the
carriage.
“Esther, is this your daughter with Mr. Warner? Why does she look nothing like you both?”
Esther coldly warned them. “If you’re here to send my daughter on her last journey, I welcome you. But if you’re here to mock
me, you can leave now!”
The socialites and rich heiresses became even more furious and hurled sarcastic remarks after hearing Esther’s arrogant words.
“Esther, do you really think we’re here to send your daughter off on her last journey?”
“In fact, we’re here to tell you that Mr. Warner’s marrying Liliane!”
“If you hadn’t refused to sign the divorce papers while in prison, they would have already gotten married!”
“Esther, here’s a piece of advice. Be kinder. You’re just too cruel. Your daughter-
Before the heiress dressed in Chanel could finish her sentence, Esther slapped her plastic face hard.
“Esther, you f*cking-“The heiress was about to fight back, but Esther gripped her delicate wrist tightly and spoke with a cold and
sinister expression on her pretty face. “You all say that I’m cruel, so don’t be too surprised that I’ll make all of you accompany my
daughter in death!”
“You crazy woman!”
“Are you out of your mind?”
The socialites and heiresses who ganged up to mock Esther were frightened when they heard what she said. They took a step
back, not daring to provoke her.

Esther was already this crazy since she had dared to harm Thomas! If they angered her, would she really do something to them?
“Scared now?” Esther’s mocking gaze swept over the hypocritical faces in front of her. When she was still Bradley’s wife, they
had been fawning over her like a group of lap dogs, pandering to her.
“Get out of here!’
The heiress Esther had slapped was furious, as she had been unjustifiably hit and spoke recklessly.” Esther, your daughter’s
dead, but Felix’s still alive. What do you think this is? This is karma!”
After saying that, she, like the other socialites and rich heiresses, fled the funeral scene quickly, disregarding that she was
running on a pair of ten-centimeter high heels.
Jasper jogged into the funeral parlor and saw the fleeing women. He walked worriedly to Esther’s side. and asked, “Esther, did
they bully you?”
Esther shook her head. “No.”
Jasper frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, “If they bullied you, you don’t have to hide it for them. I can’t do anything
against the Warner Group, but I have more than enough power to deal with a few small companies.”
“Jasper, they really didn’t.” Esther looked at him gently and said slowly, “They’re all afraid of me now. After all, I have nothing.”
“Who said you have nothing?” Jasper patted Esther’s shoulder and comforted her, saying, “You still have me and Pixie. I have
already contacted the couple who adopted Pixie. As long as we find them, you can be reunited with Pixie.”
“There’s no need to find her.” Esther’s voice was clear. “Maybe Pixie will only be able to get both a father and mother’s love from
them, things I... I can’t give her.”
Jasper’s eyes dimmed. He begged in a barely noticeable tone, “Esther, if you’re willing, I can...”