A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 259

Outside, the ground was littered with the expensive things Darleen had thrown out in her rage. Starla barely gave the mess a glance as she walked straight to the car where Garret was waiting.

Fairfax’s voice followed her, a cold, sharp threat. “If you walk out that door today, I guarantee you will end up in prison!”

He was trying to intimidate her, to remind her that in Marina City, the only person who could keep her safe was him.

Starla turned back to face him, a faint, mocking smile on her lips. “You think far too highly of yourself.”

Perhaps there was a time when she was nothing in the face of the Yelchin family. A time when, if they had decided to have her locked up in prison or a mental institution, she would have been powerless to resist. That was why, even when her heart was filled with resentment, she hadn't dared to push too hard for a divorce.

But things were different now. She wasn’t afraid of the Yelchin family anymore. And she certainly wasn’t afraid of Fairfax.

Fairfax’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into tight fists.

Without another word, Starla turned away and got into the car. The moment the door closed, the engine roared to life, and the car sped away, disappearing from his sight in seconds.

Fairfax stood frozen, watching the empty road, a storm of fury gathering around him.

His phone rang. It was Gabriel. “Sir, you need to get back to the office right away.”

The company was already drowning in problems, and now this situation with the child had become a full-blown crisis.

The image of Starla leaving without a single backward glance flashed in his mind, and a wave of utter exhaustion washed over him.

Fairfax’s expression grew darker by the second as he rushed to his office.

On the way, he took a call from Darleen, who was in hysterics about Brinley having another breakdown over the baby.

Fairfax felt a surge of helplessness. He was at a complete loss. Starla’s rebellion was absolute, utterly beyond his control.

As his mother’s frantic voice droned on, a splitting headache began to form behind his eyes. Finally, he cut her off. “I promise, I will give her the justice she deserves.”

“A mother has lost her husband and now her child has been taken from her,” Darleen retorted tearfully. “What kind of justice do you think could possibly heal that kind of pain?”

“Then what do you want me to do?” Fairfax snapped, his own control fraying. He was on the verge of breaking himself. From the moment he found out, he hadn't known how to face any of this.