A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1219

How could it be wrong?

When they first found the evidence, Garret had sworn it was airtight. Garret was Yardley’s right-hand man, handpicked to assist her. He was elite. How could someone like him make such a catastrophic error?

Something in the chain of events had to have been tampered with. But where?

"When Mr. Garret was conducting his investigation, Mr. Farley's people provided him with a significant amount of 'helpful' leads," her informant replied.

Herbert.

When Garret first arrived in Marina City, he naturally had to rely on local intelligence to navigate the terrain. And those breadcrumbs were fed to him by Herbert’s network?

"Are you saying this entire mistake was orchestrated by Herbert?"

"It's... highly probable."

Highly probable meant it was practically a certainty.

Starla didn't even remember hanging up the phone. Her thoughts were a violent, tangled mess. Yardley, Herbert, Fairfax... Men who appeared flawless on the surface, but beneath it all, everything was rotten.

Yardley trusted Herbert. And she had trusted Herbert too.

Was there some twisted backroom deal between Herbert and Fairfax? And what about Romy—what was her true agenda for coming here?

Nothing made sense anymore.

...

At dinnertime, Starla still hadn't emerged from her room.

Herbert frowned at the empty table. "Where is she?"

"Miss Lansbury said she doesn't have an appetite," a maid replied nervously.

Herbert immediately went upstairs. The bedroom door was locked. He rattled the handle, his patience instantly vaporizing. The air around him turned frigid.

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