A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 922

Starla fell silent, her quiet demeanor carrying a fragile, shattered edge.

She didn't want anything to do with Fairfax anymore. There were countless times she had actively wished he would just drop dead.

But she didn't want him to die like this. This was too heavy a burden for her to carry.

"What's wrong?" Romy asked softly. "Worried about him?"

The question instantly brought the icy glare back to Starla's eyes.

"It's normal to be worried," Romy continued smoothly. "After all, dealing with Mr. Farley and your brother is a walk in the park compared to the alternative. If he actually dies at the hands of the General tonight, I suppose that wipes his slate clean. He won't owe you anything anymore."

Starla stared at her.

Wipes the slate clean?

No, it wouldn't.

"I've wished him dead more times than I can count. Do you really think this makes up for everything?" Starla's voice trembled slightly.

"Just how much did he hurt you to make you hate him this intensely? You must have loved him deeply in the beginning."

Starla didn't answer.

Love? Maybe, once upon a time. But even the most passionate love couldn't survive years of relentless emotional drain.

The entire Yelchin family had bled her dry until she had absolutely zero patience left. Even her love for Fairfax had withered and died in that toxic wasteland.

Seeing her silence, Romy didn't push the issue. She simply murmured, "Let's just hope he makes it out alive tonight."

Those words only deepened the knot of dread in Starla's chest. She knew tonight was going to be an absolute bloodbath.

She glanced at Romy, her lips parting, but she didn't say a word.

Deep down, she hoped Fairfax wouldn't die tonight.

At the very least, she didn't want him dying because of her.

...

After this whole ordeal, Starla's resentment toward Herbert and Yardley only deepened.

Romy stayed by her side constantly.

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