A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 503

Herbert didn't answer Starla's question. Instead, he picked up a piece of perfectly roasted squab and placed it on her plate. "You must have been eating pretty bland food while you were recovering, right?"

Starla nodded. "Yes, everything's been very light."

Although the meals had been nourishing and reasonably well-prepared, they didn't really suit her tastes. She had been looking forward to a proper, satisfying meal once she was fully recovered. The squab skin was crispy, just how she liked it.

"Did you know Fairfax found out about Brinley and Felix?" Herbert asked.

Starla nodded again. "He found out last night. He saw Brinley getting into Felix's car when he came back to the estate."

"And then?" Herbert asked as he ladled some soup for her.

At his question, Starla's hand, which was holding her fork, paused. "Then he decided that I was the one who forced Brinley into Felix's car."

Herbert's expression hardened. He was clearly disgusted by Fairfax's conclusion.

"I don't know what kind of logic that is," Starla vented. "He thinks I forced her. Why would I do that? Force her to sell herself?"

It was ridiculous. She was completely baffled by Fairfax's line of thinking. He believed whatever Brinley said, and knowing Brinley, she must have spun some vague, misleading tale. He had fallen for it, but Starla couldn't begin to imagine what distorted version of events he now believed.

At the phrase "sell herself," Herbert first blinked in surprise, then let out a low chuckle. He found it rather endearing how she got when she was worked up.

"And it gets even funnier," Starla continued. "He actually suspects you sold me to Kael!"

A wider smile spread across Herbert's face.

Herbert placed a bowl of soup in front of her. "Your relationship with him needs to end."

His tone when he said the word "end" was deep and resonant. Starla instinctively glanced at him and saw the clear displeasure in his eyes regarding her continued marriage to Fairfax. She swallowed the food in her mouth and sighed. "It will end, but my relationship with..."

"That's enough," Herbert cut her off before she could finish.

Starla fell silent.

"This soup is good. Drink some more," Herbert said.

"I don't want any more soup," Starla replied, shaking her head. She had been drinking broths and soups for weeks. Her body was mostly recovered, and now she just wanted to eat things she actually enjoyed.