A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 783

Back in Marina City, she had been so singularly focused on dismantling the Yelchin family that she hadn't looked too closely at Herbert. He had just been the man standing steadfastly in her corner. But since returning to Yoran Country, she felt as though she didn't know him at all. A thick, unsettling fog obscured his true motives, hiding jagged edges that left her deeply uneasy.

"You should just ask him straight up," Tanya suggested.

"If it was something he wanted me to know, he would have told me already. He hasn't."

Tanya fell silent. Starla's hatred for Brinley ran bone-deep. For Herbert to aid her nemesis at a time like this felt like the ultimate betrayal—a knife twisted squarely in her back.

"You need to keep your guard up around him," Tanya finally said, her worldview slightly fractured. If someone as solid as Herbert could pull something like this, who could anyone really trust?

"Are you all by yourself out there?" Starla asked, shifting the topic back to her friend.

"Yeah." Tanya was currently sitting in the chilly hospital corridor, clutching a stack of ultrasound receipts.

"You don't have anyone to look after you... this is crazy."

"It's just a minor procedure. Don't worry about me," Tanya said, trying to sound breezy. Inside, a wave of suffocating regret threatened to pull her under. But she couldn't afford to be weak. Bringing a child into this mess would carry a devastating price.

They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Slumped on the hard, sterile bench, Tanya felt entirely drained. Taking a shaky breath did nothing to alleviate the crushing weight on her chest.

Her phone buzzed again. Darian. She declined the call instantly, just as she had been doing all morning.

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