A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1221

"Right now, in his eyes, I'm a dead woman, and he still hates me with everything he has! If he knew I was still breathing... even if I never showed my face, he'd probably hunt me to the ends of the earth."

Starla stared at him. "So, pushing us into this dead end—are you satisfied now?"

Fairfax believed she was the architect of all this ruin. But in Starla's heart, the blame lay entirely with Herbert Farley.

Herbert tightened his arms around her. "Satisfied. Very satisfied."

"So you admit it? You had Rudolf intentionally leak that information to Garret, didn't you?"

"That, I won't admit."

Starla let out a humorless laugh.

He wouldn't admit it? It didn't matter anymore. In her heart, the verdict was already cast.

...

Two months later.

It had been two months since Fairfax Yelchin returned to Marina City. His physical wounds had healed, but his temperament had turned terrifyingly volatile.

Yardley Hoggart had unceremoniously dumped him back in Marina City, tossing him a few corporate projects to help the Yelchin Group get back on its feet, but with one absolute condition: Fairfax was permanently barred from setting foot in Maxlandia ever again.

The gates of Maxlandia were completely and utterly slammed shut in his face.

In the study, the air was suffocatingly cold.

Caden Larson was present. When Fairfax's new assistant, Thad, finished delivering his report, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Caden stared at Thad in sheer disbelief, then turned his wide eyes to Fairfax.

Fairfax's gaze was pitch-black, a chilling malice practically bleeding from his eyes.

"No way," Caden choked out. "This... he's still alive? Are you serious?!"

Just moments ago, Thad had informed Fairfax that Herbert was likely still alive.

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