A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 815

When it came to men, you had to know when to cut your losses. She had done it with Fairfax, and now she was doing it with Herbert.

That night was brutal for Starla. She tossed and turned, only managing to catch a few restless hours of sleep. By the time she dragged herself out of bed the next morning, she looked utterly exhausted.

When Garret met her downstairs, his expression was grim.

Starla sat down at the dining table and looked at him. "Is Brinley taken care of?"

Before he even opened his mouth, she already knew the answer was likely no. His face gave it away.

Garret shook his head heavily. "No."

She didn't say anything, just stared at him in silence. Honestly, given Herbert's explosive reaction last night, she had known it wasn't going to be easy.

"Mr. Farley's men beat us to Celestial Bay and moved her," Garret explained. "We don't know where she is yet."

Herbert had taken her.

It was the outcome she had expected, but hearing it out loud still made her chest ache. Why was it Herbert? The extreme lengths he was going to in order to protect Brinley mirrored exactly what Fairfax had done.

"Miss," Garret started.

"Don't," she interrupted, closing her eyes. She didn't want to hear another word about it.

"Maybe you should ask Mr. Farley what the real reason is?" Garret pressed. The idea that Brinley was his father's mistress was laughable. If she truly was, Herbert would be the first person in line to get rid of her. Yet here he was, shielding her.

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