A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 227

For a moment, as Fairfax stared into her unwavering eyes, his conviction wavered. Then he remembered the miscarriage—if she truly believed Brinley was responsible, it wasn't impossible that she'd seek revenge.

Starla held his gaze, speaking each word with deliberate clarity. "Have I used the baby to threaten you?"

He remained silent.

"No, I haven't. So what would I do with her if I took her? Raise her?" she asked incredulously. "I'm not generous enough to raise Brinley's child. I'd rather raise a dog than her baby."

Her disgust for Brinley was so profound that it extended to the innocent child she had borne.

Her words sent a jolt through Fairfax. If she wouldn't raise the baby, then what would she do with her?

He surged forward, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look at him. "That's not just Brinley's baby. That's my brother Faraday's child!"

"So what? I hate them both. They disgust me," she retorted, refusing to soften her stance just because his brother was the father.

"Then give the baby back! Don't you dare touch her!" Fairfax roared, his own anger flaring.

At his outburst, Starla suddenly went still. She looked at the man before her, his reason lost to rage, as if he were a complete stranger.

Over the past six months, she had learned that explanations were useless with him. And yet, she had instinctively tried to reason with him about the baby. For what? He wasn't listening. He had already decided she was the kidnapper. Her logic meant nothing.

Seeing her silence, Fairfax tightened his grip on her shoulders. "You think she caused your miscarriage, but you have no proof, do you? Hmm?"

Starla stared at him, speechless. ‘No proof.’ What a line. So she was just being malicious, falsely accusing poor Brinley.

"Without proof, even if you hate her, you shouldn't drag an innocent child into it," he said, his tone softening slightly as he tried to persuade her. He'd tried threats with the police; now he was trying reason.

"So you're not even sure it was my guy? Then what the hell are you grilling me for?"

"Who else could it be?"

Silence descended once more. His words hung in the air, a testament to his blind faith in his family.

Starla felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, too tired to argue anymore. She turned and sank back onto the sofa, withdrawing into herself.

"You want a divorce, right?" he demanded.

At his words, her head snapped up.