A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 451

The moment Starla finished speaking, Fairfax roared into the phone, "Starla, how could you become so malicious? Xenia's fever is so high she's convulsing! You know the pain of losing a child, so how can you stop Brinley from going to the hospital?"

The phrase "losing a child" struck a raw nerve, and the frost in Starla's eyes deepened.

"So you finally believe I lost a child?" she asked, her voice dangerously calm.

Fairfax was silent.

"You've known for a while, haven't you?" Starla pressed.

Again, silence.

Before this call, Fairfax had always acted as if he didn't believe she had ever been pregnant. Starla had assumed he still felt that way. But it turned out he already knew. He knew, and yet… what had his attitude been? Thinking of how he had shown not a shred of remorse in recent days, the chill in her eyes turned to ice. He truly deserved to suffer!

Fairfax’s voice, hoarse and equally cold, came through the phone. "We're at this point now. What's the use of talking about it?"

"So, a man's guilt can only be redeemed if the woman is obedient, gentle, and weak?" she retorted. That probably explained why he always protected Brinley; she was an expert at playing the damsel in distress.

"That's not what I meant. I just…"

"It doesn't matter what you meant," she cut in. "It's better for our children that they never came into this world. Having a father like you would have been a hellish start to life."

If they had been born, having a father who always sided with Brinley and her children would have been a nightmare.

"Why are you doing this?" he thundered, his voice exploding with rage. This level of retaliation was born of pure hatred.

"Forget about getting a car," Starla said coolly. "They were so tough when they were running people down, so full of energy. Since they had so much strength to spare back then, why not put it to good use now?"

They loved tormenting people, didn't they? Well, now they could use that same energy on something that actually mattered to them.

Before Fairfax could say another word, Starla hung up.

In his office, Fairfax chain-smoked, one cigarette after another. Starla's latest move was causing a constant, throbbing headache.