A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1087

Fairfax's head was pounding. He genuinely wanted to sew Amos's mouth shut.

But Amos just kept going. "All this panic of yours right now? Honestly, it just looks incredibly hypocritical."

The word "hypocritical" struck Fairfax right in the chest, yanking painfully at his heartstrings.

Amos thought he was being a hypocrite. Did Starla think the same? Did she see his actions as totally fake?

She had to, right?

Every time he lost her, he suddenly remembered he needed to find her. How could she view that as anything other than hypocritical?

The suffocating feeling in his chest deepened.

"You're right," Fairfax whispered hoarsely. "To her, I'm just a hypocrite. She'll never forgive me."

What happened in Marina City was already unforgivable to her. And now this...

"You've probably lost her for good this time. Even if you drag her back, her heart won't come with her," Amos said callously. "And that's assuming she even survives Lazar!"

Amos was an expert at twisting the knife. Every word he spoke was meticulously aimed at Fairfax's most vulnerable spots.

Before Fairfax could even respond, Amos added, "Though, her chances are practically zero."

"Since Lazar hasn't demanded a ransom from you or Yardley, he's not looking to make a deal. If Yardley had received a call from Licht's camp, he wouldn't just be reacting now."

Lazar didn't want any leverage or benefits from them. That was the most terrifying part. When an enemy had no demands, it meant they only wanted one thing.

Blood.

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