A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 255

An oppressive, chilly atmosphere settled over the entire Luwood Mountain estate.

Furious, Darleen lunged toward Starla. “You venomous woman! I’ll kill you!”

But Starla simply shoved her aside with a single, powerful motion. Darleen tumbled to the floor again. The already tense atmosphere crackled and escalated.

“Starla!” Fairfax roared. His voice was a clap of thunder.

As Starla’s eyes met his, his hand was already raised, poised to strike. But the moment their gazes locked, his hand froze in mid-air.

Starla glanced at his suspended hand, then back to his face, her expression unreadable, her silence deafening. Fairfax’s breathing grew heavy and ragged.

Seeing his raised hand, Darleen shrieked from the floor, “Do it! Hit her!”

“Fairfax, she killed your brother’s child! Are you still going to protect her?”

The call Darleen had received just moments before was about the baby. She had sent her own people to search over the past two days. The caller had been one of her men, reporting that the little girl was dead.

Tears streamed down Darleen's face. “Faraday is gone, and now we couldn’t even protect the child he left behind. The baby girl was the only healthy one we had left.”

“The boy is still in intensive care, his life hanging by a thread every second, and now the only healthy one is gone too,” Darleen wailed, her voice cracking with grief and rage.

Fueled by her words, it seemed as though Fairfax’s hand would finally fall, striking Starla at any moment. Starla took a single step back. In that same instant, Fairfax’s hand swung down. But because of her slight retreat, the full force of the blow missed its mark. His fingertips merely grazed her cheek.

Ignoring the lack of reaction from Starla and Fairfax, she stormed upstairs. A door slammed open, followed by a series of crashes and thuds. It sounded like Darleen was ransacking the room, gathering Starla’s belongings.

With that gaping hole in his heart, Fairfax looked at Starla as if she were a complete stranger. After a long, suffocating silence, he finally spoke, his voice strained. “How could you? The baby wasn't even a month old. She was so small…”

The child was dead. Fairfax felt as if his entire understanding of Starla had crumbled into nothing.

He loved her, loved her to his very bones… but right now, that love made him feel like a complete fool.

“Not even a month old,” Starla repeated, her tone flat. “But she still got to see the world for a few days. My two children never even had the chance to arrive.”

In the face of Fairfax’s gut-wrenching pain, Starla’s words were mercilessly cold. Spoken with such a chilling calm, she sounded every bit the malevolent woman he now saw before him.