The injustice of it all made Xenia furious.
Brinley was stunned. “Her? But why would she…? It’s hard to believe. I thought she hated coming to the estate.”
“She used to,” Xenia confirmed bitterly. “But now she’s practically forcing her way in. I think she’s changed her mind about divorcing Fairfax.”
Brinley’s expression darkened at Xenia’s words. Starla didn’t want a divorce? That couldn’t be right. After everything that had happened, her marriage to Fairfax should have been over. What was going on?
“If she doesn’t want a divorce, then why would she hit you?” Brinley asked, confused.
“Exactly! That’s what I don’t get! She insists on moving back in, which obviously means she wants to stay married, so why is she acting like this?”
The contradiction was infuriating to Xenia. If Starla regretted her actions and wanted to reconcile, shouldn't she be trying to make amends? She had caused so much turmoil; if she wanted to return, she should be treading lightly, not storming in like a conqueror.
The memory of Starla's people manhandling them made Xenia’s teeth grind with hatred. “She wants to stay married, but she’s disrespectful to Mom and has no intention of getting along with us,” she fumed.
“Wait. Did you say she’s moving back in to stay? Is that true?” Brinley pressed.
This was deeply unsettling. What was Starla thinking? Brinley knew how much Starla despised the family estate. Even if she regretted the divorce, wouldn't she go back to Luwood Mountain? Why come here?
“Of course it’s true,” Xenia lamented. “She kicked me and Grandma out of our rooms. Mine is her new bedroom, and Grandma’s is now her study!”

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