A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 509

It took Fairfax over an hour to walk back. Brinley, who had been working since the afternoon, didn't return until after ten o'clock, utterly exhausted. The pet enclosures weren't massive, but the work had taken her hours.

They both entered the living room at the same time. When Fairfax saw Brinley's face, covered in scratches, his expression instantly darkened.

"Fairfax," Brinley cried out, her voice filled with grievance. It was a habit, leaning on him. When times were easier, she had relied on him instinctively. Now, in her desperation, that instinct was stronger than ever.

Starla had been on her way upstairs. Hearing them enter together and Brinley's pathetic cry, she let out a cold laugh. Without a word, she continued up the stairs.

Suddenly, Fairfax's voice cut through the air behind her. "Are you really happy making their lives miserable?"

Starla paused on the landing. She turned to face him and said, "Of course. I couldn't be happier."

Some people say that when you finally get revenge, you don't feel as happy as you thought you would. Why is that? Because you still have feelings for your enemy? What a joke.

If you have an enemy, getting revenge is naturally a joyous occasion. And right now, Starla was very, very happy.

Her words made Fairfax's face grow even darker.

"I'll be completely happy when none of you are," she added. "Remember how much pleasure all of you took in trying to crush me? Now you get to feel what it's like to be under someone else's heel."

Meeting her smiling yet utterly cold eyes, Fairfax asked, "Why are you doing this?"

When Darleen and Xenia had worked, they at least got some rice and side dishes. Why was she getting just one piece of cold, hard bread? After starving and freezing all afternoon, she had been dreaming of a hot meal. And this was what she got? Anyone would find this unbearable, least of all Brinley.

The maid watching her replied coolly, "Your work this afternoon was sloppy. You're lucky to get even this."

"Sloppy? Are there standards for this kind of work now?"

Wasn't it enough that she just got it done?

"Are you going to eat it or not?" the maid's face hardened as Brinley started to argue.