Faced with Darleen's hysterics, Garret remained perfectly composed. "Didn't you once say that some weeds are just too tough to kill? I'm sure you'll survive."
Darleen's face fell. So, Starla remembered every single cruel word she'd ever said. She recalled how Starla had always appeared indifferent, as if the insults meant nothing. But she hadn't forgotten a thing. She'd been keeping a tally, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. The woman was truly vicious!
Darleen took several deep breaths, but she couldn't ease the suffocating tightness in her chest.
"I want to see her," Fairfax demanded.
"She is already asleep. You can discuss everything tomorrow," Garret replied, his tone still maddeningly calm. Starla was no longer someone they could summon at will.
Fairfax's expression grew menacing. "In my own home, I can't even see my own wife?"
"On paper, yes. But in reality, she is no longer your wife, Mr. Yelchin," Garret said, dashing his hopes.
Fairfax seemed to think that as long as Starla refused to finalize the divorce, he still held some power as her husband. But their relationship was over in all but name. In Starla's heart, he was already nothing.
"Then let her divorce me! Why drag out this farce? Just end it!" Fairfax yelled, pushed to his breaking point. The same man who had once tried to stall the divorce was now a thousand times more desperate for it than Starla had ever been.
"The divorce is no longer your decision to make, Mr. Yelchin," Garret said smoothly. "After all, if you were divorced, your suffering would end far too quickly."


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