A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 862

"Not a chance," Starla said.

No matter what Herbert said, her stance remained unyielding. She had never compromised when Fairfax pushed her, so why would she fold for Herbert now?

...

After leaving the estate, Starla received a phone call from Brinley.

Brinley sounded completely hysterical. "This is all your fault! Starla, you did this to me! You abused me and caused me to get this disease!"

Finding out she had end-stage kidney failure had nearly driven Brinley insane. She knew exactly what condition her body was in, and she knew how impossible it would be to find a donor. She blamed Starla for everything, firmly convinced that the torment she endured under Starla's captivity had destroyed her health. Her lifestyle during that time had been brutal—worked half to death every day, deprived of proper sleep, and denied adequate nutrition.

"Karma is going to get you, Starla!" Brinley screamed through the phone.

In her frail condition, a major illness was her worst nightmare—especially one requiring an organ transplant that was virtually impossible to find.

Listening to Brinley's meltdown, Starla replied coolly, "Don't you think this is your own karma?"

"My karma?! No, this is clearly—"

"Didn't you say God was always on your side? Looking at you now, it doesn't really seem like He is."

Oh, how arrogant Brinley had been during their last phone call! She had gloated, *'So what if you won? God is on my side.'*

She had been so smug, so bursting with confidence. Especially when Herbert stepped in to help her—Brinley had truly believed she was blessed by the heavens.

But the universe had clapped back fast. This kidney failure had blindsided her, and now she was losing her mind.

"What karma?!" Brinley shrieked. "You did this to me! Starla, I curse you! I hope you die a miserable death!"

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