A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 353

Darleen sent a maid to find Fairfax, intending to tell him that Brinley was feeling unwell again. But when the maid saw the blood covering Fairfax’s abdomen, she was terrified and ran to report it to Darleen immediately.

Darleen rushed over, with Xenia close behind. The sight of the bloodstains on Fairfax’s shirt nearly made Darleen faint from rage.

“Starla, you bitch! What have you done now?” she shrieked, hurrying to inspect his wound.

“Get out of my room. All of you,” Starla said flatly.

Darleen, Xenia, and Fairfax were stunned into silence.

Hearing such cold words from her drove Darleen over the edge. “You witch! How could you do this to him? He has always taken your side! How could you hurt a man who has protected you so much?”

Seeing her son injured, Darleen was overwhelmed with heartache and lunged at Starla, ready to fight. She had reached her breaking point. She wanted to tear Starla to shreds.

But she had forgotten one thing: Starla had come prepared.

The maids stationed outside the door saw Darleen about to attack and rushed in, swiftly pinning her to the ground.

She was just a step away! Pinned to the floor, Darleen glared at Starla, her eyes filled with fury.

“Let me go! Let me go! Starla!”

Darleen screamed.

From her seat on the chair, Starla watched Darleen with detached calm, observing the woman who wanted to destroy her but was utterly powerless.

Darleen, seeing that unnerving serenity, felt the blood rush to her head. “Fairfax, are you still going to keep her in this family?”

In that moment, Fairfax seemed to find clarity. He was letting go. His heart felt hollow, but even that emptiness was better than continuing this destructive war with her.

Starla blinked. Hearing the word “divorce” from his lips, she paused for a second before a wicked, triumphant smile slowly spread across her face.

This smile was different from her earlier calm expressions. This was the satisfaction of a goal achieved, a look of pure glee. That smile was a dagger to Fairfax’s eyes.

Starla sat back down on the chair, silent, the smirk still playing on her lips.

Fairfax felt the air leave his lungs. “Five billion. Is that enough?”

It was the compensation she had demanded before. She had rejected one billion, insisting on an even split of their marital assets.