A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1044

The excuse was laughable, and Fairfax knew it. He fell entirely silent.

"You've taken such wonderful care of them," Starla said, her voice dripping with venom. "Just amazing."

Looking at their living conditions, they weren't serving time; they were on a hotel vacation. It was a massive slap in the face after everything she had sacrificed to put them there.

Seeing Fairfax utterly speechless, Starla stood up. She looked down at him where he sat.

"Fairfax, I truly hate you."

Hate. Even back in Marina City, amidst all the chaos, she rarely threw that word around so definitively. But now, she meant it. She was pushed to her absolute limit, disgusted that he had single-handedly unraveled the only justice she had managed to get.

"There's more to your mother's death than you know!" he said desperately.

"Ha!"

Was this really the best excuse he could come up with? Her gaze grew even more cynical.

"You don't believe me?"

"Why on earth should I?"

She didn't just distrust him; she had lost faith in everyone. At this point, Starla didn't believe a word out of anyone's mouth.

"You know what this means to me, Fairfax. I shouldn't have to spell it out. And now, your mother..."

He'd heard Starla looked gentle but actually had a fiery temper. He hadn't quite believed it until now. That slap had zero hesitation; it looked like she wanted to take Fairfax's head off.

"What do you think?" Yvonne said. "Fairfax obviously did something horrible."

"What could he possibly have done to deserve a hit like that?" Amos winced, feeling secondhand pain just thinking about it. "That was brutal."

"Stop being nosy," Yvonne scolded. Over the past few days of sharing a space, she and Starla had become close confidantes. From the bits and pieces Starla had shared, Yvonne could feel the deep, bone-chilling hatred she held for Fairfax. Hitting him seemed entirely justified in her book.

"I'm not nosy, I'm just worried he's going to hit her back," Amos argued. He knew Fairfax had a nasty temper too. He was supposed to be winning her back, but things were clearly getting worse.

"He wouldn't... would he?" Yvonne frowned, suddenly worried.