A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1000

Excuses. It was all just a mountain of excuses.

They constantly claimed everything they did was for her own good, but it was nothing more than a smokescreen to hide their true agendas. Whether it was Herbert or Yardley, Starla didn't believe a single word out of their mouths anymore.

"You don't believe me? That faction—"

"Herbert."

She cut him off with a voice as cold as absolute zero.

"As far as I'm concerned, you two are the biggest threats to my life."

She didn't care if there was some mysterious power lurking in the Cyrus Sea. Even if there was, they hadn't shown her any malice! Meanwhile, the moment she had returned to Yoran Country, Herbert and Yardley had done nothing but drag her into their endless, toxic games.

Herbert felt a suffocating tightness seize his chest. He was suddenly at a complete loss for words. She had stripped away every ounce of trust she ever had in them.

Starla ended the call.

Listening to the dial tone, the light vanished from Herbert's eyes. A massive, hollow void opened up in his chest.

"Sir, should we send men to track Ms. Lansbury down and bring her back?" Rudolf asked quietly.

"Bring her back? As if it's that easy," Herbert replied, a bitter, self-deprecating edge to his voice. Finding Starla now would be nearly impossible.

He had previously thought that with Fairfax dead, they had finally cleared the biggest obstacle out of their way. Now, he realized how disastrously wrong he was.

Fairfax was dead, yes. But his brothers hadn't forgotten him. Out of sight didn't mean out of mind.

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