A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 262

The moment Starla arrived back at Cosmos Summit, she received a text from an unknown number. It contained only a few words: [It's safer for you on the inside.]

Reading the message, Starla let out a short, sarcastic laugh. She didn't need to call the number to know who had sent it.

Garret followed her into the house. Hearing her sudden laughter, he asked, “What is it, Miss?”

“See for yourself,” she said, handing him the phone.

Garret read the text and his expression soured with disdain.

“From Fairfax, I presume?”

“Who else but that idiot? Have the divorce papers been delivered to him?”

“Don’t worry, they’ve been sent. If all went according to plan, he should have them by now,” Garret confirmed.

Starla nodded. She was truly exhausted from all the drama surrounding the divorce. She never imagined Brinley would be ruthless enough to sacrifice her own child.

History was full of such women, of course, but the Yelchin family didn't exactly have a throne to inherit. To sacrifice her own daughter for a bit of money… Fine, the Yelchins deserved a woman like Brinley. They should keep her under lock and key before she ruined someone else’s life.

Starla sank onto the sofa. A maid quickly appeared and draped a soft blanket over her. Back in her own territory, she finally felt a wave of relief wash over her.

She took Garret’s phone and dialed Darleen’s number. The call was answered quickly, and Darleen’s weary voice came through the line. “Hello?”

Her words were practically designed to infuriate. Darleen was already seething over the assault, and now Starla was bringing it up herself, as if a formal invitation to retaliate were needed.

“You… you… I’m telling you, you are going to rot in a prison cell!” Darleen shrieked, completely losing her composure.

She hadn’t settled the score for the slap yet, intending to let it be part of the larger punishment for the child’s death. With the baby gone, Starla was going to pay a heavy price for everything.

“I’ve already had the divorce agreement sent to Fairfax,” Starla continued, unperturbed. “If possible, I’d like to have it back from you, signed, by tomorrow.”

“Given how much you hate me right now,” Starla added, her voice smooth as silk, “I imagine that won’t be a difficult task for you, will it?”

With every word, Starla was methodically pushing Darleen’s buttons, ensuring that this time, Fairfax would have no choice but to sign.