A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1265

Seeing her cry, Elmer reached out and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"My silly girl. Why didn't you tell me you were in so much pain? Why resort to such a drastic measure to get away?"

Thinking about the explosion she used to fake her death sent a chill down his spine. If she had actually died... no one knew the absolute hell Elmer had lived through these past few weeks. He had only felt human again when he received word that she was alive.

Starla sobbed harder. "How could I tell you? Every time I called, you hung up on me after two seconds!"

She had been overwhelmed. She thought coming to Maxlandia would be the end of her nightmares, only to find herself tossed into a completely different shark tank.

"I was wrong," Elmer said, his voice heavy with regret. "From now on, no matter what happens, I will always listen to you first. Okay?"

"Okay," she sniffled, nodding as tears continued to fall.

Elmer pulled her into a gentle embrace.

She was so exhausted. She was sick of Fairfax's endless pursuit and equally drained by her complicated dynamic with Herbert.

"I genuinely thought your brother had everything under control. I'm sorry," Elmer murmured.

He really hadn't known. He was buried in cabinet meetings day and night. Yardley was his hand-picked successor, fully capable of handling the empire. Even when Elmer found out Starla was in the Cyrus Sea, he had only been annoyed, not terrified. He assumed Yardley had it handled.

But when the news of her death hit, it had nearly shattered him.

Now that she was safely back in his arms, he was willing to give her the moon. He would never let that idiot son of his drag her into the mud again.

"I really don't want anything to do with him," Starla said firmly.

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