A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1111

Amos and Yvonne fled as fast as they could. By the afternoon, they were gone.

Fairfax's face darkened at the news.

Amos's parting words: "Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride. Yardley has a soft spot, deep down!"

Fairfax was still reeling. Swallow his pride? Was Amos insane? Yielding to Yardley Hoggart? And calling that man soft-hearted? What a sick joke.

Susanna Yelchin knew the situation was dire, especially with Yardley heading to Cyrus Sea.

"You should run too," she urged her brother.

Unlike Amos, she saw Yardley for what he truly was—a complete psychopath.

"Run?" Fairfax repeated.

"He's deranged. If he comes here himself, I'm terrified..." Susanna shuddered, remembering Yardley's ruthlessness.

Going toe-to-toe with a madman like him wouldn't end in just injuries. It would end in death. She had witnessed firsthand how little human life meant to him.

"You have to run! Just sign the divorce papers he wants!" she pleaded. Anything to avoid a direct confrontation.

Fairfax's lips pressed into a thin line. He glared coldly at his sister.

"If she were still here, you..." Susanna couldn't finish.

If Starla were alive, he would have chosen his family, just like always. But now?

"She might not be dead. She could be hiding, watching me," Fairfax said, his voice laced with agony.

If she was alive, and he chose his family again... He couldn't bear to finish the thought. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Don't confront him. He's a monster," Susanna said, her voice trembling. "And please... accept that she's gone."

Susanna knew what Starla meant to Lazar. There was no way she had survived.