A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 108

"Of course they signed," Fairfax said grimly. "Brinley's name was tied to it."

"I'm on my way to see Brinley now," Gabriel reported.

Fairfax had ordered that everything that originally belonged to Starla, no matter whose name it was under now, be returned to her. Initially, he had intended to wait until after Brinley’s postpartum recovery, but Starla's current attitude made it clear he couldn't afford to wait.

Fairfax closed his eyes for a moment. "Go. And one more thing."

"What is it, sir?"

"She just went down to the parking garage. Send some men to intercept her."

This time, Herbert wasn't getting her away from him.

"I've already stationed men at the hospital. I'll have them go down now."

Fairfax hung up without another word. The moment he did, his phone rang again. It was Darleen. "Hasn't she had enough?" she shrieked. "Xenia and I already signed everything, so why is she going after Brinley's mother now?"

Evidently, Harriet had called Darleen to complain.

"She has the nerve to interfere with Brinley's mother's international business!" Darleen's voice was hysterical. "Tell me, are you helping her, or is Herbert?"

Fairfax simply hung up. He immediately dialed Herbert's number, but the call went straight to voicemail. He tried again, with the same result. Cursing under his breath, he felt a surge of helpless fury. Why the hell was Herbert helping Starla like this?

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Meanwhile, Harriet was losing her mind. She was already in agony from the beating she'd taken at Petal Villa, and now she had learned that the overseas project she had been so close to securing had fallen through.

"He hung up?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet. The dismissive click on the other end of the line sent her spiraling into a fresh wave of rage.

Clyde nodded grimly. "Yes, he hung up."

"Has Herbert gone mad?" Harriet exclaimed, clutching her chest. "Even if Starla divorces Fairfax, she's not worthy of him, is she? I don't understand why he's helping her like this."

Her carefully constructed image of a powerful businesswoman was shattering around her, all because of Starla. "That little bitch. I won't let her get away with this!"

"For now, I'm afraid you need to fly to Yoran Country immediately to handle this," Clyde advised.

"How can I go anywhere? I can't even move!" Harriet's face contorted in frustration. Her first instinct upon hearing the news was to get on a plane, but her legs and neck were immobilized, and one of her arms was broken.