A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 923

She was supposed to be over this.

Her heart had turned to stone back in Marina City. It had been dead and buried.

She had completely flipped the Yelchin family upside down. They were supposed to be bitter enemies.

Yet, in the end... the woman he had always protected, the one Starla thought he favored above all else...

He had actually killed her.

Was this supposed to be his twisted way of giving her closure?

And now, this situation at the Black Sea...

Images of Herbert and Yardley flashed through Starla's mind, making her chest tighten painfully.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, completely out of her control.

"He made up his mind before he even walked out the door that day, didn't he?" she whispered.

He had known about the General and Brinley. He had known how dangerous the General's existence was to her.

"I don't know the details," Romy replied softly.

"What about the General?"

"Critically injured," Romy stated.

Critically injured.

Even someone like Yardley would go out of his way to avoid that man. If the General was critically injured, there was no way Fairfax had walked away unscathed.

He must have paid an unimaginable price.

"And Herbert? Yardley?" Starla's voice hardened.

She knew they would seize the opportunity to team up with the General and tear Fairfax apart. She couldn't even stomach calling Yardley her brother anymore.

"They got exactly what they wanted," Romy said grimly.

Starla let out a dark chuckle. Of course they did.

They got what they wanted. The General was critically injured.

"So... Fairfax is dead, isn't he?"

Romy didn't answer.

As she stared, the light filtering through the cracks suddenly went dark.

Herbert was standing right outside, blocking the sun.

Starla gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.

When she didn't answer, the man on the other end spoke smoothly. "Do you want me to come in and get you?"

Starla stood up. "No need."

She walked toward the door, step by agonizing step. When she pulled it open, her gaze locked immediately with Herbert's.

He looked utterly exhausted.

Starla's eyes were rimmed with red.

Herbert extended a broad, steady hand toward her. "Sorry I took so long."

"No. You shouldn't have come at all."

It wasn't about being late. He simply shouldn't be here. She didn't want to look at him.

Herbert's expression faltered. His hand hovered in midair, freezing as he stared at her in total silence.