A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 557

“Spare you?” Hearing that, Starla acted as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

“Are you serious? After all the vicious things you’ve done, you actually expect me to spare you?” Starla’s voice was laced with disbelief. “Back when you were doing all that, I bet it never once crossed your mind that I would one day make you pay for it like this.”

Back then, Brinley probably never imagined Starla would turn the tables. That’s why she had been so brazen, doing whatever she pleased. After all, the entire Yelchin family was on her side. Even Fairfax would have chosen to believe her unconditionally.

“You must have felt so smug, so triumphant, when you were tormenting me. How could you possibly ask me to spare you now?”

There are consequences for one’s actions. You reap what you sow. When Brinley planted those seeds of cruelty, did she ever consider they would bear such bitter fruit?

Brinley’s fists clenched, her body trembling not from anger, but from the biting cold. The sight of Starla, dressed lightly in the warm, cozy room, filled her with a searing jealousy.

“You think I was the one who killed your child, but I’m telling you, it wasn’t just me,” Brinley blurted out. “The Yelchin family never wanted you to have a Yelchin heir. Everything I did was tacitly approved.”

“Approved by whom?” Starla asked coolly.

“By Darleen! She knew I was responsible for your miscarriage, but she didn’t say a word.”

Look how quickly things fall apart. When Darleen had doted on Brinley, Brinley had treated her with such deference. But the moment they had a falling out, Brinley was all too eager to throw Darleen under the bus.

“And now she’s reaping what she sowed,” Starla replied without missing a beat. “But how can you use that as a reason for me to spare you?”

Brinley was at a loss for words.

Brinley stared, stunned. Starla had become absolutely cold-blooded! Defeated, she turned and stormed away, a pathetic, disheveled figure. She still had so many chores to do. For her, it was a living hell—she couldn't live, but she couldn't die. Every passing minute was an agony.

Starla calmly took a sip of water from the glass in front of her.

Garret stepped forward. “Someone like her is too attached to life. She’d never dare to actually die.”

“You’re right,” Starla said with a faint smile. “Someone like her values her own life above all else. Coming to me like that… she was just hoping I’d show a moment of weakness, a bit of soft-heartedness.”

Someone like that would never have the courage to die.