My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

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

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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?”

“What’s the bride’s family name?”

“It seems to be Quill.”

Bradley thought it could only be related to the Quills if it was an engagement with the Fosters. Among the younger

generation of the Quills, only Sadie hadn’t been married yet. He imagined it could be her.

Sadie had been very kind to Esther before. Even though he and Esther had divorced and Esther was dead, he would

still present a generous gift on behalf of Esther when Sadie got engaged.

“When did you say the Fosters and Quills engagement is happening?”

Bradley’s sudden question made the office workers immediately fearful.

“We don’t know.”

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“Don’t ask us. We…”

Bradley’s statement immediately made the office workers feel threatened.

When they took up work with the Fosters, they had signed NDAs. It was under the influence of alcohol tonight and

their nerves relaxed for a moment that they said things they shouldn’t have.

They hastily settled the bill, packed the remaining food, and hurriedly left, fearing Bradley might dig deeper and ask

more about the engagement details.

“Am I scary?” Bradley asked, watching the young girls running away.

“No, it’s just… You might not understand the feelings of workers. In this vast city, their jobs are their lifeline. These

jobs are crucial for them to survive—they need to pay rent and utilities. The girls need skincare products and pretty

clothes. In short, they can’t afford to lose their jobs,” the wife explained.

It was difficult for people to truly empathize with others.

Bradley was born with a silver spoon, so he couldn’t comprehend the feelings of these office workers.

Bradley didn’t speak, only continued drinking beer and eating barbecue.

“Ma’am, the bill, please.”