A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 212

Caden's words hit their mark with precision. That was exactly how Fairfax's actions had come across.

The accusation struck a nerve, making Fairfax's head pound even harder. "I didn't know she really miscarried back then."

"Right. So, compared to Brinley's problems, Starla was just being dramatic, and Brinley was the one who mattered," Caden countered, refusing to let him off the hook.

"Don't deny it. Was there anything concerning Brinley that you weren't involved in?"

"Was I doing it for her?" Fairfax exploded, feeling a surge of frustration. Why did everyone seem to think Brinley was so important to him?

"Weren't you?"

"It was all for my brother! Why do you think I was taking care of Brinley? It was because of my brother!"

The memory of Faraday was a raw wound. Fairfax couldn't even bear to think about the past six months. Faraday's death felt like a boulder he was forced to carry. Everyone kept telling him, “You have to protect Faraday's children.” The word 'children' had morphed into 'responsibility' that pressed down on him relentlessly. He remembered it had rained heavily at Faraday's funeral, and a pregnant Brinley had cried until she fainted. It felt like the sky had fallen on the Yelchin family.

"Right," Caden said dryly. "So you took care of Brinley for Faraday's sake, and in the process, you sacrificed your own family."

"But I…"

"I'm not judging your choices. But what about when Starla got pregnant? What was your attitude then?"

"She didn't even know herself," Fairfax mumbled. The word 'pregnant' had only come up after the miscarriage, when she had thrown it in his face again and again.

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