A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 814

"Starla, give me some time," Herbert said, breaking the silence. He just needed a little more time to handle the situation with Brinley.

Some time.

Those words echoed mockingly in her head. Fairfax had said the exact same thing to her once.

*"Faraday just died. Give me some time to get things sorted."*

Back then, Fairfax had acted like Brinley was the most fragile creature on earth, rushing to the Yelchin Estate every single day to comfort her. When Starla had gotten upset, he had hit her with the same excuse. *Give me some time.* And the more time she gave him, the more time Brinley stole from her.

Now, here was Herbert, asking for the exact same thing. Over the exact same woman.

"Why?" Starla demanded.

With Fairfax, she could almost understand it in hindsight—he hadn't known the truth. He thought the baby was his dead brother's. But what was Herbert's excuse?

She just wanted one valid, logical reason why Herbert was suddenly playing her knight in shining armor.

"She's my father's mistress!" he insisted.

"There's no way."

She didn't believe it for a second. Anyone who had lived in Marina City knew exactly what kind of man his father was. He was the most straight-laced, morally rigid man in the city. Tagging a man like that with a cheap scandal was an insult to her intelligence.

"I know you don't believe it," Herbert admitted.

Yet he was still feeding her the lie.

Suddenly, Starla was completely done talking. She turned her head toward Garret, who was standing nearby. "Send someone to kill Brinley right now."

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