A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 300

She needed two weeks to recover her strength at Cosmos Summit. Whatever came next, she would need to be at her best.

Garret was stunned. "You're going back to the Yelchins?"

A cold smile twisted Starla's lips. "It's fate, isn't it? No, it's my mother's will. As her daughter, how can I just walk away from the people who killed her?"

The word 'mother,' usually spoken with warmth, now dripped with unprecedented danger.

Starla closed her eyes for a moment. "Make sure the lawyer rests well. She's been through a lot."

"Yes, Miss," Garret nodded. "And your divorce?"

"Divorce? How could I divorce him?" she said, her tone mocking. "Having a daughter-in-law like me is a blessing for the Yelchin family."

Garret stood silently.

"How could I be so malicious as to take that blessing away from them?"

The word 'malicious' coming from her lips, wrapped in that broken, manic energy, created an invisible, intimidating force.

Garret had a sudden premonition: the Yelchin family was doomed.

…

Fairfax should have been happy to hear Starla say she wouldn't divorce him, but an inexplicable unease had taken root in his heart.

That evening, when he returned to Luwood Mountain, he used the new phone to call Starla. To his surprise, she hadn't blocked it. It was the first time since their conflict began that she hadn't immediately blacklisted a number he'd used to contact her.

"Weren't you the one who said you didn't want a divorce?" she retorted.

Listening to his gritted-teeth frustration, a dangerous, gentle smile played on her lips. She could hear the panic in his voice, the fear of the unknown. His inability to predict her next move was deeply satisfying.

Fairfax's breathing grew unsteady. "Things have been chaotic enough. If you had frustrations, you should have vented them by now, shouldn't you?"

"What a thing to say! In that case, should we just get a divorce?"

"You…"

"It seems my agreeing not to divorce you has made you quite uneasy, hasn't it?"

The word 'uneasy' dripped with scorn. To think that the black-hearted people of the Yelchin family could ever feel unease. It was laughable.