A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 218

Starla was stunned. Harriet was going to get through this? So soon?

It was a massive predicament. How could she resolve it so quickly after just arriving in Yoran Country? Had she already latched onto someone else powerful there?

Starla had to admit, Harriet’s networking skills were impressive. It was common gossip in Marina City that her business empire was built on favors from powerful men. But could she still wield that kind of influence now, in her condition?

"Brinley's depression is severe, and the baby is in critical condition," Darleen continued, her voice sharp with accusation. "You can't be so selfish as to keep Fairfax all to yourself. You're perfectly healthy. What's the harm in letting him come to the hospital?"

"There's no harm," Starla retorted calmly. "If you can convince him to go, that's your business. If he doesn't, you can't blame me for it."

She was tired of Darleen acting as if she were holding Fairfax captive.

Then, Starla let out a dry laugh. "Actually, I'm being very decent. I'm trying to leave the Yelchin family. Why don't you have Fairfax sign the divorce papers? I'll not only leave your family, I'll leave Marina City entirely. I know exactly what's good for me."

Just as the words left her mouth, the bedroom door swung open. Fairfax stood in the doorway, his face a thunderous mask, a glass of juice in his hand. His gaze was glacial. He had clearly heard every word.

On the other end of the line, Darleen cursed and hung up.

Hearing the dial tone, Starla simply shrugged at Fairfax before tossing her phone onto the bed.

He strode into the room, placed the juice on the nightstand, and then grabbed her wrist, yanking her forcefully into his arms.

"You're a lunatic! Let me go!" Starla struggled against him.

After what felt like an eternity, just as she thought she would pass out, he finally pulled away. Before she could even catch her breath, his hand was on her chin again, tilting her face towards his.

"Did that hurt?" he asked.

"You're a psycho!"

The sharp, venomous words only made Fairfax smile. Before this whole ordeal began, he had never heard her curse, not once in all their time together. Her anger had always been fleeting, mild. This new fire in her was more potent than the strongest liquor.

He chuckled softly. "Yes, I'm sick. A psycho. And you're the one who made me this way."