A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 256

Consumed by rage, Fairfax lunged forward and wrapped his hands around her throat. “Starla, how could you dare?” he snarled, his eyes bloodshot.

In the next instant, Starla’s leg shot up, her knee connecting squarely with the most vulnerable part of a man.

Fairfax cried out in pain, his grip instantly loosening. When he looked up again, his face was a mask of fury and humiliation.

Starla had no intention of wasting her breath on explanations. After all, he had once dismissed a genuine audio recording as an AI fabrication. Trying to reason with someone like that was a lost cause; it was enough to make a saint want to commit murder. Even if she had a hundred mouths, she knew she could never make him understand.

Starla casually rolled up her sleeves. “So, are we signing a divorce agreement, or should we head straight to the courthouse?”

Fairfax stared at her, speechless. She spoke with such indifference, as if this relationship meant nothing to her.

“I’d suggest the courthouse,” Starla continued thoughtfully. “It’s faster. Oh, wait, isn't there some sort of mandatory cooling-off period now? Let’s just do the agreement. We can have the lawyers handle it.”

The more she spoke, the calmer she became, discussing the end of their marriage as if it were someone else’s trivial affair.

Her placid demeanor only fueled his fury. The look in Fairfax’s eyes grew increasingly dangerous.

“You’d even harm a child just to divorce me and be with Herbert?”

The child. Herbert. The two subjects Starla had absolutely no desire to discuss. She didn’t answer, instead pulling out her phone and sending a curt text to Garret: [Come to Luwood Mountain now. Bring backup, and come prepared.]

The child was dead. She didn’t need a crystal ball to know that her relationship with Fairfax was truly over. It was the outcome she had wanted, the one she had been waiting for. As for the baby… well, that was her fate. With a mother like that, Starla felt no reason to grieve.

Starla simply shrugged.

Just as Darleen turned to go back upstairs for another load, Starla calmly dialed her phone.

Darleen froze at the foot of the stairs as she heard Starla’s voice, clear and steady, on the phone. “I’d like to report a crime. I called this morning about a missing child. We’ve just received word that the child is now dead.”

“Yes, that’s right,” she continued. “The child died at the hands of her kidnappers.”

Darleen stood motionless. So did Fairfax.