A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 311

Starla's words fell into the car like stones into a still pond. Herbert's gaze immediately darkened, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths. Just as she was about to swing her other leg out of the car, his grip on her wrist tightened.

Starla froze.

“It wasn't your fault,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Don't ever belittle yourself.”

She turned back to look at him, a sudden sting in her eyes. Not her fault? For all her years with the Yelchin family, every voice, every action had screamed the opposite—that she was wrong. Everything she did was wrong. And now, Herbert was telling her it wasn't her fault.

Herbert noticed the red marks his fingers had left on her wrist, his expression softening. He gently began to rub the spot. His voice was a deep, soothing timbre. “Life's too long to spend punishing yourself for one bad choice.”

Starla felt a lump form in her throat. Punishing herself?

“I’m not…”

“Just thinking that way is a punishment,” Herbert interrupted, his insight sharp.

Starla’s throat felt tight.

Herbert reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “Go get some rest. Your brother has already texted me twice asking why you aren't home yet.”

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