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A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 313

On the other end of the line, Fairfax felt his blood pressure spike. He was so enraged by Starla’s cold, irrefutable logic that the word 'divorce' nearly shot from his lips.

“You just admitted you were on a date with him!” he seethed, his breathing ragged.

“Is there a problem with that?” she asked, her voice maddeningly calm.

“Is there a problem? Starla, you…”

“I don’t see a problem,” she stated flatly.

Fairfax felt like his head was about to explode. No problem? The problem was enormous!

“Are you blind or just stupid? Can’t you see what his intentions are? He’s hovering over you, a married woman. You think that’s not a problem?”

“You won’t protect me,” she shot back, her voice like ice. “Does that mean you won’t allow anyone else to?”

Silence. Fairfax was floored, his entire worldview crumbling.

“Is there anything else?” Starla asked, her tone signaling the end of the conversation.

Anything else? The situation was already a complete mess. Faced with her unassailable, twisted logic, Fairfax was at a loss for words.

“If not, I’m hanging up.”

“Mom, calm down,” Xenia whispered, grabbing her arm. “Maybe the guard just doesn’t recognize us. Let’s just wait.”

“You…”

To wait was to lower their status, but Darleen saw the desperate hope in her daughter’s eyes. She knew Xenia was smitten with Herbert, though after her last humiliation at the Farley Group, she thought Xenia had given up.

Xenia was kicking herself. Why had she been so arrogant at the Farley Group office? Herbert had seen her at her worst, and she regretted it terribly.

Darleen huffed. “Tess used to walk right in whenever she visited.”

Now, here she was, the matriarch of the Yelchin family, and she was being subjected to a formal announcement. It was unheard of.

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