A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1197

After all, Fairfax had sounded incredibly resolute when he promised to marry her, too. And look how that ended.

Herbert felt a suffocating ache in his chest.

"Just don't touch Romy," she reiterated. She had overheard his conversation with Rudolf. She knew Herbert was capable of extreme ruthlessness when provoked.

"Aren't you worried that Fairfax and Yardley will discover you're alive?" he demanded.

Those two names hung heavily in the air. Fairfax and Yardley were currently at each other's throats. Yardley had wiped out nearly the entire Yelchin family. The man was terrifyingly ruthless.

She looked down at her plate. "Just leave her alone."

He rubbed his temples, a headache forming. "Fine. We'll start packing."

Since Romy wasn't leaving, they couldn't stay in Smaro Town. This time, Starla didn't argue. She gave a simple nod of agreement, which brought him a marginal sense of relief.

"We have a lot of time ahead of us, Starla," he murmured. A lifetime.

She didn't respond. A long time ahead? She only wanted her future to belong to herself.

Herbert's phone buzzed. He stepped out to take the call, returning a few moments later with a grim expression.

Shortly after, Romy slipped into the room.

"It has absolutely nothing to do with me anymore," Starla stated coldly.

"You say that, but once the dust settles, they'll probably start digging into your 'death' again."

A sharp jolt of fear spiked through Starla's chest. She didn't care who killed who between Fairfax and Yardley. But the thought of their attention pivoting back to her once the war was over was paralyzing.

"What are you suggesting?" Starla asked, raising an eyebrow.

Romy leaned in. "I'm saying we need to make sure the chaos never stops."