A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1241

Fairfax Yelchin glared at him, a dark, venomous look in his eyes that screamed he wanted to tear the other man limb from limb.

Herbert Farley calmly took the seat directly across from him.

"You've been with her this whole time, haven't you?" Fairfax demanded.

"You're divorced," Herbert stated plainly.

Fairfax was silent for a second. Then, with a violent crash, he kicked his chair aside, vaulted over the desk, and lunged right at Herbert.

He was already a powder keg, and Herbert's blunt reminder of the divorce was the spark that set him off. It struck his rawest nerve.

In a flash, the two men were locked in a brutal brawl.

Fairfax aimed a savage punch straight at Herbert's head, but the older man dodged it effortlessly. Their fight was vicious, every strike intended to inflict maximum damage. They were practically fighting to the death.

Fueled by pure hatred, Fairfax was relentless. But Herbert's combat skills were nearly unmatched.

Outside the office, Thad heard the commotion and rushed in to help. But the moment his foot crossed the threshold, Fairfax roared, "Get the hell out!"

Startled, the assistant quickly retreated, shutting the door behind him.

The sickening thud of fists meeting flesh and the crash of shattering objects echoed through the heavy oak door. Even without seeing it, Thad knew the scene inside was a bloodbath.

Fairfax genuinely wanted to kill Herbert. The agonizing torment he had endured over the past months—while Herbert was off playing house with Starla in secret—made his blood boil.

He wanted them both dead.

They fought until they lost track of time, stopping only when their bodies were covered in bruises and their energy was entirely spent.

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