A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 219

Fairfax truly felt like he was losing his mind, and Starla was the one pushing him over the edge. But given her fragile health, he knew he couldn't get too rough with her now.

He let go and sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled her into his lap. Picking up the juice he had brought earlier, he held it to her lips. "Drink this."

With a sharp crack, she slapped the glass from his hand. It shattered on the floor.

Fairfax froze.

"Let go of me!" she demanded.

"I showered," he said, his tone flippant. "Scrubbed my skin raw. I'm not dirty. I'm not stinking anymore."

His nonchalance only irritated her more. She shot him a glare. He tightened his grip on her chin. "Do you want me to feed it to you another way?"

He said the words with a suggestive smirk, and Starla knew exactly what he meant. She hated the bitter taste of herbal medicine, but after her first miscarriage, she'd struggled to get pregnant again. Darleen had a doctor prescribe countless foul-tasting remedies. Eventually, Starla had refused to cooperate. To keep the peace, Fairfax would always coax her, and when coaxing failed, he resorted to… another way.

Starla glared at him. "Aren't you busy?"

If things were as she suspected, his company should be in turmoil right now. How could he have time to be here with her?

"I am," he admitted, resting his chin on her small shoulder. "But you're more important."

His voice was laced with a sudden, genuine exhaustion. For a moment, he was like any husband, home from a grueling day at work, seeking comfort from his wife.

In the past, Starla would have offered it. But now, she said, "If we get a divorce, a lot of your problems will be over."

Fairfax stiffened. The words hung in the air, and it took him a second to process them. He lifted his head from her shoulder and stared at her. "What did you just say?"

What did she mean, a divorce would end his problems? Was she implying the current trouble at his company was somehow connected to her?

"Starla," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "you are truly something else."

Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room.

"Sick bastard," Starla muttered to the empty space.

She couldn't make sense of him anymore. Any time things got heated between them, he immediately brought up Herbert. It was a shame Herbert had wasted so many years of friendship on a man like him.

A moment later, Molly entered with another glass of juice, followed by a maid who began cleaning up the broken glass.

Seeing the juice, Starla waved it away. "Take it back. I don't want it."

"Don't worry, Madam," Molly said softly. "Two glasses were made. Mr. Yelchin drank one himself just now. It's not poisoned."