A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 842

Everyone had always whispered that Herbert was fiercely disciplined, a man who never had women lingering around him. So when he had started showing genuine interest in Starla, everyone assumed she was the exception. The one who broke the mold.

But she wasn't. The real reason was that his heart was already occupied by a ghost.

"I see," Starla scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "No wonder you bent over backward to help Brinley."

If it hadn't been for his undying devotion to a dead woman, why else would he have protected someone like Brinley? Starla didn't want to waste another breath on him. She turned on her heel and continued up the stairs.

Watching her walk away, Herbert clenched his hands into tight fists. "I don't have some dead true love."

She didn't even pause. If he didn't, then what the hell was that silence just now?

"But can you please just forget that Brinley exists?" he pleaded.

That made her stop.

She stood on the staircase, not turning around, but squeezed her eyes shut. "So, that one-month timeline you gave me… it really was just to stall me. You needed time to arrange everything so you could send her somewhere where nobody knows her, didn't you?"

She had to hand it to Fairfax. Before coming to see her, he had dug up the absolute truth. Herbert's sudden protection of Brinley was bizarre, and anyone with a brain would investigate the underlying motive. Fairfax had just beat her to it.

"Starla."

"Don't even think about it!" She whipped around, her glare sharp and uncompromising. She had never looked at him with such absolute defiance.

His face darkened. The sheer iciness in her eyes, that profound look of disappointment—it was the exact same look she used to give Fairfax.

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