A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 662

Brinley froze.

The violent thrashing came to an abrupt halt the second Garret relayed the final word to Felix. Her whole body went still, an eerie quiet washing over her.

It was over. Her path to joining the Fowler family was completely destroyed.

Garret ended the call and stepped back to his position behind Starla. Brinley's chest heaved as she stared at the woman sitting across from her, struggling for a long time just to catch a breath.

Things were already hard enough for her! No one knew what she had been enduring lately. Marrying Felix and getting back to her comfortable, luxurious life had been her single, desperate hope.

But now... even that solitary thread of hope was gone. Starla had ruthlessly snapped it right in front of her eyes.

"You... you're truly heartless!" Brinley ground out through clenched teeth, tears of sheer frustration spilling over her lashes. "You've already won! Why do you still have to treat me like this? Why?!"

She had won. During the time Starla was gone, Brinley had strutted around the Yelchin estate, playing the lady of the house. She had trampled over everyone. Wasn't it enough that she was now dethroned? Why this absolute destruction?

"The word 'why' shouldn't even be in your vocabulary," Starla said flatly.

"You're too vicious! Karma is going to get you for this!" With her last shred of hope gone, Brinley's mask slipped completely. She glared at Starla, feeling as if her entire world had been ground into dust.

The phone in her pocket began to vibrate aggressively. She didn't even need to look to know it was Felix calling.

"Karma?" Starla scoffed. "If there really were some higher power sorting out good and evil, I wouldn't have had to deliver your karma personally."

Now Brinley was pinning her hopes on divine retribution? When Brinley was out there committing her atrocities... hadn't Starla prayed for karma to strike her down, too? It hadn't worked. In the end, she had to collect on those debts herself. She and her brother had to claw it all back, piece by piece.

"The goal is to ensure she doesn't have any," Starla replied coolly.

Shattering people's hopes—wasn't that exactly what Brinley excelled at? She had destroyed every connection Starla had with Fairfax, practically driving her to the brink of insanity, to the edge of death. Back then, under Brinley's manipulation, the entire Yelchin family had made sure Starla had nowhere left to stand.

Starla had endured it. But Brinley was not built for that kind of endurance. She was truly out of options now.

"Felix probably wants to eat her alive right now," Garret added with a chuckle.

"Let them tear each other apart," Starla said. "I love a good trainwreck."

She was right. Felix didn't just want to eat Brinley alive; he wanted to rip her to shreds.