A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 542

And after arriving in Yoran Country, she’d learned the Yelchin Group’s crisis was also tied to Hoggart. But Fairfax hadn’t offended them either. It had been a complete mystery.

Now, the pieces clicked into place, forming a picture that was both terrifying and infuriating. It all came back to Starla.

“You need to go to her right now,” Harriet commanded, her voice sharp with panic after a moment of frantic thought. “Swallow your pride, apologize, beg for forgiveness. I don’t care what you have to do, just get her to back off!”

She was truly on the verge of a breakdown. Her existing problems were already overwhelming, and now new ones were piling up, one after another. They’d even frozen her accounts! Were they trying to leave her stranded and destitute in a foreign country?

Hearing her mother tell her to grovel, Brinley’s face went pale. “Mom, you can’t be serious…”

“This is all your fault!” Harriet shrieked, her fear curdling into blame. “After Faraday died, you should have just been a respectable widow in the Yelchin family! Why did you have to go after Fairfax? Now look what you’ve done! You’ve ruined us all!”

The pain was only real when it was her own. Before, Harriet had never seen anything wrong with Brinley’s actions. But now that her own interests were threatened, she was lashing out, pinning all the blame on her daughter.

The word ‘widow’ struck Brinley like a slap. “Mom, how can you…”

“Don’t call me Mom! I don’t have a daughter like you! And you and Felix… My God, you must be insane! You’ve been asking for this!”

Going after Fairfax right under Starla’s nose was practically a death wish. And her secret affair with Felix? That would only infuriate Fairfax further. Right now, he was preoccupied with Starla, but what would happen when that was over? When he turned his full attention back to them? Just the thought made Harriet’s blood run cold.

“Tell me the truth right now,” Harriet’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Were you and Felix involved in Faraday’s death?”

The words sent Brinley’s heart plummeting into an icy abyss. So this was it. If her own mother couldn’t trust her, was it any wonder Fairfax didn’t?

“Were you involved or not?” Harriet pressed.

A bitter, reckless anger surged through Brinley. “Yes,” she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I killed Faraday. Is that what you want to hear?”

No sooner had she finished speaking, a sharp clatter echoed from behind her.

Instantly, Brinley froze. Even the howling wind seemed to fall silent. She turned woodenly, her breath catching in her throat as she saw who was standing there.