On the other end of the line, Fairfax felt his blood pressure spike. He was so enraged by Starla’s cold, irrefutable logic that the word 'divorce' nearly shot from his lips.
“You just admitted you were on a date with him!” he seethed, his breathing ragged.
“Is there a problem with that?” she asked, her voice maddeningly calm.
“Is there a problem? Starla, you…”
“I don’t see a problem,” she stated flatly.
Fairfax felt like his head was about to explode. No problem? The problem was enormous!
“Are you blind or just stupid? Can’t you see what his intentions are? He’s hovering over you, a married woman. You think that’s not a problem?”
“You won’t protect me,” she shot back, her voice like ice. “Does that mean you won’t allow anyone else to?”
Silence. Fairfax was floored, his entire worldview crumbling.
“Is there anything else?” Starla asked, her tone signaling the end of the conversation.
Anything else? The situation was already a complete mess. Faced with her unassailable, twisted logic, Fairfax was at a loss for words.
“If not, I’m hanging up.”


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