A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 897

Herbert had sworn up and down that the woman wasn't the love of his life, but from where Fairfax was sitting, that looked like a blatant lie! If she wasn't, what the hell was he doing?

Herbert's grip tightened on the phone. Hearing Fairfax bring *that woman* up again sent a dark, lethal shadow over his face.

"Fairfax Yelchin, everything is a mess right now solely because of you!" Herbert snapped.

Fairfax let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, so this is my fault?"

"Do yourself a favor and cut all contact with her from now on. Don't interfere with her judgment," Herbert warned.

"Do you know what you sound like right now?"

Herbert stayed silent.

"You sound exactly like me before everything went to hell," Fairfax taunted. "The truth is, the reason she hates you right now is entirely on you. No one else."

Fairfax remembered how, when his own marriage to Starla was imploding, he had blamed everyone around him. He had especially blamed Herbert. But during his time isolated at the Cyrus Sea, the reality had set in: there was no one else to blame. It was his fault. His alone.

"You are not taking Starla to the Black Sea. Drop it," Fairfax demanded.

"You think you can stop me?" Herbert mocked.

"Try me and find out."

Fairfax ended the call abruptly. Herbert listened to the dead dial tone, his face darkening like a thundercloud. His patience with Fairfax Yelchin had officially run out.

***

Back at the Hoggart estate.

Seymour received Fairfax's strict orders: he was to personally intercept Starla and bring her to the Black Sea. She was going to the Black Sea, yes—but absolutely not with Herbert Farley.

Fairfax didn't know exactly what twisted game Herbert was playing, but whatever his master plan was, Fairfax was going to tear it apart.

Standing outside Starla's door, Seymour frowned. "Boss, Ms. Lansbury isn't going to just walk out of here with me."

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