A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 909

His voice was gentle, coaxing.

"What do you mean?" Starla asked.

"Send me your coordinates."

"I'll dispatch a team to pick you up. You absolutely cannot go with Fairfax's people."

Yardley fundamentally distrusted his former brother-in-law. When it came to Herbert and Fairfax, Yardley's biases swung to extreme opposites. He placed way too much faith in Herbert, and absolutely none in Fairfax...

"And I have to listen to you?"

The words struck Yardley like a physical blow. His chest inexplicably tightened. "Starla..."

"Maybe in the past I would have listened to my brother. But now..." She paused, her voice dripping with absolute, frigid disappointment. "Now, you're nothing to me."

She didn't want this brother anymore.

She didn't want the Hoggart family anymore.

Just as she had ruthlessly cut Fairfax out of her heart, she was doing the exact same thing to Yardley.

"What did you just say?"

"I said you're nothing to me. You're not my brother, and you're not my family."

"You..."

"From now on, pretend you never had a sister," she stated firmly. "We'll go our separate ways."

She had been let down too many times recently. She was entirely done with all of them.

He had never encountered anyone so infuriatingly stubborn. Well, no—the Yelchin woman had been difficult too. But when Susanna crossed the line, he could punish her, lock her away! He couldn't exactly do that to his own flesh and blood, which made this headache exponentially worse.

After disconnecting the call, Starla glared at the back of the driver's head. "Pull over."

"We are driving straight to the Black Sea without stopping," Seymour replied, his tone immovable.

It was the exact same uncompromising attitude he had displayed when he first infiltrated the Hoggart estate to act as her bodyguard. When he said they weren't stopping, they weren't stopping!

Furious, Starla dialed Fairfax's number. "Tell your man to stop the damn car!"

"Be a good girl, stop making a fuss, and come to the Black Sea with him."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she exploded. When it was his job to step up and handle things, he had been too busy protecting Brinley. Now that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, he was suddenly acting like an overbearing guardian.

"I'm your husband," Fairfax replied evenly. "We never finalized the divorce!"