A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 151

Starla hung up the phone and looked up to see Fairfax standing in the doorway, a bowl of soup in his hands. His eyes were fixed on her face, their expression unreadable, as deep and cold as a winter lake.

Starla frowned. "What, are you trying to land me in the hospital again with another bowl of soup?" The sarcasm in her voice was thick.

Fairfax walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry," he said, his tone measured. "This was prepared by the nutritionist specifically for your recovery."

"For my recovery? Or for my period?" Starla raised an eyebrow, her gaze growing even more mocking. He didn't believe she had miscarried, and now he clearly didn't believe she could even get pregnant. The only logical conclusion was that he'd instructed the nutritionist to prepare something for her menstrual cycle.

Fairfax met her taunting eyes and felt a strange sense of calm madness emanating from her. That was it. Looking at her now, he had no idea what she might do next. She seemed serene, but it was the kind of serenity that could erupt at any moment.

"Just drink the soup," he said, trying to keep his voice gentle. In her current state, he knew he had to be as patient as possible. He didn't dare mention Brinley's name; any reference to her, especially concerning her babies, sent Starla into a spiral.

Starla didn't move, just stared at him with that unnervingly calm expression.

Fairfax sighed. "You need to get well before you can have a baby, alright?"

Starla let out a short, humorless laugh. "Do you really think I still care about having a child?"

She once had, desperately. After they moved out of the Yelchin family estate, she'd dreamed of starting a family with him. But now she knew she had been wrong. Fairfax was a Yelchin, and that was the original sin of their relationship. As long as she was with him, she would never be a mother. For the sake of her own future, she had to divorce him.

When she heard no movement behind her, Starla's voice was ice. "Get out."

Fairfax flinched. Her temper was truly flaring now.

"Yesterday was my mistake. I'm sorry. I'll be more careful with your food from now on."

"Don't!" Starla shot back without a second's thought. "I'm begging you, don't do anything for me."

If he went to any trouble for her, the Yelchin family would twist it into another attack. His 'extra care' might not just land her in the hospital—it could get her killed. Even for her own safety, she wanted him to stay as far away as possible.