A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1249

Caden shot him a penetrating look. "Are you sure you hate her?"

Was he sure?

"If you really hated her that much, you would have already sent men to hunt her down and kill her," Caden pointed out calmly.

But he hadn't. That very morning, Fairfax had recalled every single operative he had out looking for her.

The news had genuinely shocked Caden. Even when they thought she was dead, Fairfax had stubbornly kept his men out in the field. But now, when he supposedly had every reason to want her head on a spike, he pulled them back.

It was astonishing that a man famous for his ruthless vindictiveness was suddenly willing to let her walk away.

Fairfax closed his eyes. No one could fathom the suffocating despair churning inside him.

Just as Starla had said, there was no right or wrong anymore. Whatever they had started out with was now a twisted, incomprehensible mess. She had stopped keeping score of morality and had reduced them to a simple game of survival.

She couldn't make sense of it anymore, either.

"I've never seen two people make such a spectacular mess of a marriage," Caden muttered.

Frankly, Brinley was just the spark. Even without her, even without the horrible truth about Starla's mother, they would have ended up divorced anyway.

Caden stayed quiet. Fairfax really didn't have the right to be angry. Long before the recent bloodbath, Starla had already been utterly disappointed in him.

"You asked what my plan is?" Fairfax whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't think I have the right to have one."

A plan? To drag her back? No. She didn't want to come back, and he didn't have the authority to force her.

He had forfeited every right he ever had with her. The right to hate. The right to hold on.