A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 886

"Heh, Garret..."

What a brilliant subordinate. He spends a few weeks guarding the little brat and suddenly forgets who really signs his paychecks?

"Got it," Yardley said tersely, and hung up.

Silence descended over the study. Herbert lit a cigarette, taking two deep drags as Starla's glacial attitude toward him played on a loop in his mind.

"Hah."

The bitter laugh escaped his lips, heavy with irony. Life really had a funny way of leveling the playing field.

Back when Fairfax was putting Starla through hell, Herbert had wanted to carve the man into pieces. But now, here he was, entirely alienated from her. And it had taken barely any time at all.

He finished the cigarette.

Herbert picked up his phone and dialed Fairfax.

"What is it, Mr. Farley?" Fairfax answered quickly.

That formal 'Mr. Farley' was the final nail in the coffin of their brotherhood. Their ties had been completely severed back in Marina City. The moment Herbert brazenly moved to claim Starla for himself, even going so far as to help her trap Fairfax in the city, any remaining loyalty between them had burned to ash.

"The situation in Yoran is far more complicated than you think. You need to back off and stop plotting to take her," Herbert warned.

He knew Fairfax wouldn't intentionally harm Starla. But every move Fairfax made warped Starla's judgment of an already volatile situation. Like him digging into the identity of that dead woman.

Fairfax let out a dark, mocking laugh. "You seem to be confused, Herbert. She is my wife."

Before Herbert could respond, Fairfax added, "We haven't finalized the divorce!"

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