A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1218

Was it really a mistake?

Seeing the intense scrutiny in Starla's eyes, Romy frowned slightly. "Don't tell me you think I had something to do with the evidence Fairfax and your brother got?"

Starla remained silent, but her gaze grew even colder. She couldn't be blamed for being paranoid. If the past was built on lies, what was stopping the present from being a fabrication, too? The relentless wave of deceit over the past few months had shattered her ability to take anything at face value.

When Starla didn't reply, Romy laughed aloud. "I don't have that kind of power."

Manipulating events from years ago required a massive, flawless network of influence and timing. Romy was essentially saying she wasn't a big enough player to pull off such a grand illusion.

Starla’s frown deepened. "How many years have you been working under Amos? Don't play the fool with me. I don't buy it for a second." Her tone was sharp and unyielding.

Romy sighed. "Why are you so suspicious of everything?"

Everything? It wasn't about being overly sensitive. She had literally unlearned the ability to trust.

"Don't throw the word 'help' around so casually," Starla warned. "People in your line of work don't do favors out of the goodness of their hearts."

With that, she stood up and walked away.

Romy watched her retreating figure and let out a soft sigh. She really is a mess.

...

Starla didn't even remember walking back to her room. She sat in the dark without turning on the lights, closing her eyes as memories flashed behind her eyelids—from Marina City, to Maxlandia, to Cyrus Sea, and finally to this suffocating town.

Since leaving Marina City, her life had been an endless struggle. And it still was. She had planned every move so meticulously, so how did she end up in this paralyzing deadlock?

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