A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 63

The release of Starla's miscarriage report sent shockwaves through Marina City. The public backlash against Brinley intensified, far surpassing the outrage from the previous day.

Just two days ago, the Yelchin family had joyfully announced the birth of twins, complete with a photo of Fairfax in the hospital, holding one of the newborns. Whether it was Brinley's or Darleen's idea to release that picture, the intent was clear: to hurt Starla.

Now, in a stunning reversal, that same photo had become a weapon against them. The internet was ablaze with trending hashtags:

#Brother-In-Law At Her Side For Childbirth, But Who Was With His Wife During Her Miscarriage?

#Confirmed: The Ultimate Homewrecker!

#Yelchin Group CEO Supports Sister-In-Law At Birth While His Own Wife Loses Their Child!

#A Warning To All Women: Marrying Rich Can Cost You Your Dignity And Your Life!

#With A Powerful Mother, She Can Be The Other Woman With No Consequences!

One after another, scathing headlines targeting Brinley and the Yelchin family shot to the top of the trending lists.

Reading them, Brinley began to tremble with rage, her body shaking uncontrollably. “Aaargh! I’m going to kill her! How dare she do this to me?” she shrieked, dissolving into hysterics.

Darleen held her tightly. “Brinley, calm down. Once you’re out of the hospital, I’ll take care of her.”

Xenia and Susanna arrived to find Brinley sobbing uncontrollably in Darleen’s arms. Xenia’s resentment towards Starla deepened.

“Why?” Brinley wailed, gasping for breath. “Why is she doing this to me now? What was so wrong with Faraday being there with me? Don’t other women have support when they give birth?”

“You’re right, you’re right. It’s all their fault. It’s Starla’s fault,” Darleen cooed, trying to soothe her.

Brinley’s mother, Harriet, was supposed to be in Yoran Country for a few more days, but seeing the scandal spiral out of control, she had already booked a flight back.

“I never wanted to fight with her,” Brinley sobbed, her body wracked with tremors. “But she just won’t stop pushing me. She…”

“What are you talking about, Susanna?” Xenia sputtered.

“Brinley,” Susanna said, her voice sharp and clear, “two days ago, Fairfax was by your side celebrating the birth of your twins while Starla was in a clinic, alone, having a miscarriage.”

The word “miscarriage” hung in the air, and the atmosphere in the room grew tense.

“What miscarriage?” Xenia scoffed. “She can’t even get pregnant. That report is obviously fake.”

“Exactly,” Darleen chimed in. “She’s infertile. There’s no way she could have miscarried.”

Susanna’s face hardened. “Starla struggled to conceive before. That doesn’t mean she can’t conceive.”

Unable to listen to their baseless accusations any longer, Susanna turned and strode out of the room.

Darleen quickly followed, instructing Xenia to stay with Brinley. She caught up with Susanna at the elevators, grabbing her arm. “What is wrong with you? I asked you to help Brinley, and this is how you act?”