And then there was the Draken Haven project, which he had personally put under Brinley’s name. “Fairfax,” she said, her voice cold and final, “every single one of your sins in this marriage is unforgivable.”
His betrayals were unforgivable enough, to say nothing of the endless conflicts with his family. And now he had the audacity to ask why she hadn’t confided in him? The question was a bitter joke.
Fairfax felt the air leave his lungs. “So in your eyes, I’m that unforgivable?”
“Yes,” she nodded, then added the inevitable conclusion. “So, let’s get a divorce.”
“Stop it!” he yelled. He had been on edge for days, tormented by that single word. He couldn’t bear to discuss it.
“I’m not divorcing you. Don’t even think about it.”
Then, remembering the fires at Petal Villa and Vista Bay, he added, “Even if you burn the entire Yelchin family to the ground, you’re not getting a divorce!”
His tone was absolute. He was making it clear that her tactics wouldn’t work. Even if she destroyed everything they owned, he would not let her go.
Starla’s expression hardened. She couldn’t deny that the fires had been, in part, a way to pressure him. But his defiant declaration extinguished any remaining hope. The faint smile on her lips vanished, replaced by an icy mask.
“What will it take for you to finally agree?”
“I told you when we got married,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I don’t do divorce.”
He was bringing up their vows again. Starla was too furious to even speak.

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