A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 320

Tanya was right. When Starla returned to the Yelchin family estate, there would be no escape. It would be a full-scale invasion, a battle fought in every room, at every meal. There would be no corner for them to hide in.

“I could go now, if I wanted,” Starla said, a slow, dangerous smile playing on her lips. “I’ve already made all the arrangements.”

“What kind of arrangements?” Tanya asked, intrigued.

“Staff,” Starla replied coolly. “Maids, a nutritionist, bodyguards… the works.”

“Damn, you’re thorough,” Tanya said, impressed. “I guess it doesn’t matter where you recover. But when you move back in, you won't be the one whose health suffers. It’ll be theirs.”

The smile on Starla’s face widened, a chilling glint in her eyes. “Let’s make it tomorrow, then.”

Their good days were over!

When Garret received the news, he was momentarily surprised.

“I’ll arrange for more people to go with you,” he said immediately. Starla’s health was still fragile; she would need her own team to care for her inside the viper’s nest.

“Do it,” she commanded.

Garret hurried off to prepare, sending a quick message to Yardley. A moment later, his phone rang. Garret answered respectfully, “Sir.”

“Do we still not know what happened?” Yardley’s voice was grave.

“Miss refuses to say anything, sir. But from her actions, it’s clear she wants to make sure the Yelchin family never has another day of peace.”

Yardley was silent for a moment. So the words of that old woman must have cut deeper than he could imagine.

An image of a warm embrace, a memory shrouded in fog, flashed through her mind. If it weren’t for the Yelchins, her mother would still be alive. She would never have grown up in an orphanage. They were cruel, and now, it was her turn to show them what true cruelty felt like.

“And when you leave,” Herbert’s voice drew her back, “will it be completely over with him?”

“Isn’t it already over?” she said, almost automatically.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he said softly. He was talking about their marriage license. The final, legal tie.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice firm. “That piece of paper will see a final change.”

This time, she thought to herself, she wouldn’t be the one demanding a divorce. This time, it would be Fairfax, on his knees, begging her to sign the papers. After all, as long as they were married, she had every right to live in that house and torment his “good” and “kind” family. And he would do anything to protect them from her.