A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1220

She didn't plot in the shadows this time. She looked him dead in the eye and said it.

"What did you just say?" Herbert whispered, stunned.

"From now on, we go our separate ways. We have nothing to do with each other." Her words were slow, calculated, and terrifyingly resolute.

She was so exhausted. She couldn't see clearly anymore, and she didn't want to try. She was done untangling these toxic webs. Right, wrong, vengeance, guilt—she was washing her hands of all of it.

"You want to go back to Marina City to find him?"

Find him? Fairfax?

Starla closed her eyes. She didn't answer.

Her soul felt leaden. She had no desire to return to Fairfax. For what? To apologize? To try and make amends? Absolutely not. Even knowing her vengeance was misdirected, she didn't have the strength to face the wreckage.

"Herbert, I am just so tired. Please, let me go."

"Let you go? So you can run straight back to Fairfax?" he countered bitterly. "Don't even dream about it. The past is the past, Starla. You can never go back, and I suggest you get that through your head!"

His tone grew increasingly vicious.

It was the first time he had spoken to her with such raw aggression. Perhaps her emotional reaction to Fairfax's ordeal terrified him. He had spent months trying to thaw her heart with zero success, and the moment the old wounds were ripped open, she had pulled even further away.

"I want all of you to stay in the past. Is that so hard to understand?" she pleaded.

If it was the past, she wanted it buried. All of it.

"I want every single one of you to disappear from my life. Can you do that?"

"But hear me clearly," he continued, his voice hardening. "You will never return to his side. It's impossible."

Right or wrong didn't matter anymore. The bridge back to Fairfax was burned to ash.

"You need to understand what kind of bloodbath it would cause if you suddenly came back from the dead," Herbert warned.

A bloodbath.

"Fairfax must absolutely despise you right now," he added cruelly.

She didn't need to be told. It was the brutal truth. She had initiated a war that decimated his family, and Yardley had dragged his mother to Maxlandia like a prisoner. The bad blood was far too toxic to ever be cleansed.

And in Fairfax's mind, the architect of his family's destruction was her. He undoubtedly hated her guts.