A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1022

But even as she spoke, Starla was constantly plotting her escape.

She had a rough route mapped out in her mind. The only problem was figuring out how to actually slip away.

"What about you? What are your plans?" Starla asked.

"I don't have any right now either," Tanya admitted.

"Just focus on recovering. Getting your health back is the most important thing. Darian hasn't fully realized you're really gone yet."

Right now, Darian's entire focus was on saving Yulisa. But once the dust settled on that scandal, he was going to turn the world upside down looking for Tanya. In fact, he was probably already looking for her through back channels.

"Yeah. You be careful too, okay? Your situation is so complicated right now, and I hate that I can't be there to help."

Tanya sounded incredibly nostalgic. Starla had saved her, but she was powerless to return the favor. She had thought Starla returning to Yoran Country meant she had finally found peace. Instead, it had just been the eye of the hurricane.

They chatted for a little while longer before hanging up.

When Starla lowered her phone, Romy was right there. As always.

It had been a full month. For thirty days, Romy hadn't let Starla out of her sight for a single second, and Seymour was always lurking nearby as backup.

Starla had the escape route perfectly planned, but with these two sticking to her like glue, she hadn't found a single window of opportunity. She had played the part of the compliant, relaxed guest perfectly, showing absolutely no signs of wanting to run.

Yet, they never lowered their guard.

Finally, after a month of this suffocating surveillance, Starla snapped.

"Are you ever going to give this a rest?" she snapped, her usually mild temper completely frayed.

Starla prided herself on her patience. Unless pushed to the absolute limit, she rarely lost her cool. But Romy's shadow-like presence had pushed her over the edge.

"Am I bothering you?" Romy asked innocently. After a month together, they had actually gotten fairly comfortable with each other. Proximity tends to do that.

Starla gritted her teeth. The reality of the threat felt like a cold weight in her stomach.

"Are you trying to scare me?" she asked coldly.

"I'm just giving you the facts. If Mr. Farley's men catch you, he's definitely going to drag you straight to the altar. And given everything, I'm guessing you really don't want to marry him anymore. Even though he is incredibly gorgeous."

Romy sighed dreamily. Ever since she'd gotten a good look at Herbert, she couldn't help but fan-girl over his looks whenever his name came up.

Starla stared at her, completely exasperated.

"Do you mind wiping the drool off your chin?"

"Wait, what? Am I actually drooling?" Romy gasped, hurriedly wiping her mouth.

Starla rolled her eyes.