My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 643

The car stopped under Jolene's apartment building. When the door opened, Bradley roughly threw

Esther and her groceries out.

Esther found herself on the ground, watching apples and oranges rolling in every direction. She then

looked back at Bradley in the car.

Bradley's silhouette remained in the darkness. Esther couldn't see his face, but he felt like a ruthless

demon from hell. He stayed put, but it seemed like he held her life in his hands.

The car door slammed shut loudly, and it drove away. Esther bent down to collect the scattered items,

putting them back in the bags.

The apartment's concierge rushed over to help. "Madam, let me assist you."

Esther softly replied, "Thank you."

They entered the elevator, and Esther fixed her hair using the elevator's light reflection.

The concierge rang the doorbell smoothly, and an impatient voice came from inside. "Who's there?"

Esther croaked, "It's me."

The door opened, and Esther entered, groceries in tow. Jolene followed like a curious sister, watching

as Esther stocked the fridge.

"You didn't have to buy these. I don't cook," Jolene said.

Esther said gently, "You're pregnant. Eating takeout all the time isn't good for you."

Jolene asked curiously, "Why are you being so nice to me? After all, I'm carrying your fiance's child."

Esther couldn't reveal that her engagement to Chadwick was part of a scheme.

"When I was pregnant before, I was in prison. I didn't have proper nutrition, and the environment was

bad. I had a premature and difficult birth."

Esther made breakfast in the kitchen, blending apples and berries.

Seeing Esther in the same clothes from the night before, Jolene asked softly, "Would you like to shower

and change?"

"Is that okay?"

Jolene replied gently, "Of course."

She took Esther's hand and led her to the dressing room. "There are a lot of things here I've never

worn. New items come in every season, but I can't wear them all!"

Jolene told Esther excitedly, "Feel free to pick anything. Some still have the tags on. Wait, I'll get them Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

for you."

Jolene handed Esther a set of girlish underwear. "How about this set? You're quite slim. It should fit.

"Why don't you shower first? I'll find you some comfy clothes. Oh, I remember I bought a cartoon T-shirt

set!"

Jolene took charge, selecting an outfit for Esther, who remained motionless. She then guided her to the

guest bathroom. "Go on."

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Esther looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It revealed an exhausted woman with a light in

her eyes that had somehow dimmed. Instead, melancholy had taken over.

She began to undress and stepped into the shower. Gazing at the marks Bradley had deliberately left

on her, she couldn't help but cry, the sound drowned by the running water.

She applied shower gel to her skin and scrubbed herself repeatedly. Her once porcelain-like skin now

bore numerous long, red marks, and some sensitive areas even had faint traces of blood.

After her shower, Esther washed her hair.