A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1215

It was all too chaotic. Her world felt so entirely upside down that she couldn't grasp a single truth.

Herbert tightened his grip on her hand. "Stop talking."

"I don't know what to do anymore," she whispered.

She had faked her death to carve out a sliver of peace, but now even that peace was tainted.

"Don't think about it," he repeated.

"How did my life turn into this? That evidence back then, it was so clear..."

At the mention of the evidence, Starla suddenly looked directly at Herbert. The moment their eyes met, a chilling realization seemed to wash over her. She forcefully ripped her hand out of his grasp.

The air in the room went deathly still, the silence stretching out, taut and terrifying.

"Herbert!"

"When we were digging into all of that... Rudolf..."

She didn't finish the sentence, but the temperature in the room plummeted. The silence was deafening as they stared at each other, her breathing growing shallow and fast.

"Do you think I tampered with that evidence?" Herbert's voice was dangerously low.

When she didn't answer, her gaze only growing colder, he pushed further. "Starla."

"Did you have something to do with it?" she asked, stripping away any pretense.

"You're accusing me?"

"Herbert, too much has happened since we left Marina City." Too much had spiraled out of control for her not to be suspicious. It was all too convenient.

"Garret was the one running that investigation. He was your brother’s man," Herbert argued. "Even if you don't trust me, do you not trust him?"

"Did you do it?" she demanded, completely unswayed by the flash of genuine hurt in his eyes. Sometimes, Herbert was downright terrifying—especially when it came to the lengths he went to orchestrate her fake death.

When he didn't answer, Starla abruptly stood up. She looked down at him, a storm of unreadable emotions swirling in her eyes, moving too fast to track.

Herbert closed his eyes briefly. "How could you even think that of me?"

How could she? If her life hadn't been a constant stream of betrayals since leaving Marina City, maybe she wouldn't have. But the sheer volume of lies left her incapable of trusting him.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the door.

Instantly, his hand shot out, clamping around her wrist like a vice. "Where are you going?"

"Let go."

It was the first time since arriving in Smaro Town that she had spoken to him with such raw, venomous ice.