A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 868

Starla gave Herbert a flat look and didn't bother replying.

"Starla," Herbert pressed.

She ignored him entirely and walked away.

The weather today was bright and sunny, but to Starla, the sky felt choked with dark, heavy clouds.

She spent the entire morning at the shooting range. Her focus was sharp, her aim flawless. Even Reba remarked on how much she had improved today.

Starla accepted the praise in silence.

It wasn't until noon, when she finally put her weapon down, that she called Garret.

"Did you send the item to Herbert's?"

"Yes, delivered exactly as you instructed!"

"And the inside was prepped?"

"Don't worry, it's all handled," Garret assured her.

"Good," Starla hummed, a faint, cold smile touching her lips.

He wanted Brinley back? Fine. She'd give him a box...

...

Meanwhile, at Herbert's residence.

When he opened the package and found an urn full of ashes, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Starla had always seemed so gentle and soft-spoken, but this... this was the move of a madwoman!

He immediately called her.

She answered on the first ring. "I gave her back to you. Don't ever come asking me for her again."

Her voice dripped with mocking amusement. Even through the phone, Herbert could vividly picture the cold, defiant look on that beautiful, usually gentle face.

She had really...

"You're lying to me, right?" Herbert asked, his voice shaking with absolute frost.

An urn.

He refused to believe Starla had actually murdered Brinley.

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