A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 83

By the time Starla was out of the emergency room, Tanya had gotten the news and rushed over. On the first floor, Tanya first saw Fairfax cradling Brinley's baby, surrounded by a medical team, heading somewhere. A little further on, she saw Harriet, covered in blood, being pushed on a gurney to be treated for her injuries.

Seeing Starla lying pale in the hospital bed, Tanya's heart ached. “Why were you bleeding? Is it because you've been so exhausted these last couple of days?”

The doctor, hanging an IV drip for Starla, explained, “She just had a miscarriage. You shouldn't rush to give her overly nourishing foods. It can do more harm than good.”

Tanya was confused. “Overly nourishing? We haven't.”

Tanya was about to ask the doctor, but Starla gripped her wrist tightly.

Tanya looked at her questioningly, and Starla gave a slight shake of her head. After adjusting the IV drip, the doctor gave Tanya some detailed instructions and left.

Once they were alone, Tanya grabbed Starla’s hand. “What happened? What did you eat?”

“This morning,” Starla said weakly, “Fairfax made me drink a bowl of herbal tonic soup. I think that was too potent.”

Tanya’s jaw tightened. “That man… I can’t…”

She was at a loss for words, completely exasperated. The woman he wasn't supposed to be caring for, he was looking after just fine. But the one he should have been protecting, he sent to the hospital with a single bowl of soup.

Remembering the sight of him with Brinley's baby and the medical team, Tanya couldn't contain her anger. “When are you going to divorce him?”

His wife was in the hospital, hemorrhaging because of a soup he made, while he was running around for Brinley? Any woman married to him would have to have the worst luck in the world.

“He won't agree,” Starla said. In Marina City, if Fairfax didn't agree, a divorce was nearly impossible.

“I just want to divorce him,” Starla said, exhausted.

This was their situation now: they couldn't live together, and they couldn't get divorced.

“Divorce him. You have to!” Tanya insisted. The image of him looking so worried about Brinley’s baby was all the proof she needed that this marriage was over. “Who can live like this, with no peace day after day? And Darleen and Xenia came to bother you again last night? Where do they find the energy?”

Tanya truly didn't understand. Wasn’t Brinley enough to keep the Yelchin family busy? How did they still find time to torment Starla?

“And then there's Harriet,” Starla added.

“She came after you?”