A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 620

"You!" Fairfax choked on his anger.

"If you absolutely insist on pretending it happened, how about I beg you to just cope with it?"

Listening to his unhinged ramblings, Starla suddenly understood why she had adopted such scorched-earth tactics against the Yelchins and Harriet.

Fairfax's mental state was incredibly toxic. He had pushed her into a corner until she had no choice but to burn the whole house down just to breathe.

Fairfax's chest heaved. Her mockery hit him like a physical blow.

"Pretend it never happened? Who do you think you are? Are you completely delusional?"

She didn't give him a second to respond before ending the call.

She still planned on returning to the estate, of course. Being in her presence was pure psychological torture for everyone in that house, and she fully intended to make sure they lived in constant fear and agony.

Kael, who had been quietly observing the one-sided screaming match, chuckled softly. "It seems Mr. Yelchin's cognitive abilities are... somewhat defective when it comes to relationships."

The business world respected Fairfax as a corporate shark. But after overhearing that phone call, Kael realized the man was emotionally stunted.

Yardley had been worried Kael wouldn't be able to accurately gauge Starla's feelings. But there was nothing to gauge. No rational woman would ever stay with a man who operated on that level of cognitive dissonance.

"Yeah, he's sick in the head," Starla agreed flatly.

If he had a shred of normalcy, he would have established clear, unbreachable boundaries with Brinley the moment Faraday died. Instead, he chose the most self-destructive path possible, throwing his wife under the bus to play the hero for a snake.

The hospital was calling her non-stop. Felix was threatening her. She was buckling under the pressure and felt like her mind was fracturing.

Why was all of this happening to her?

Before Fairfax could even react, two maids rushed in behind her, grabbing her by the arms to drag her out.

Garret had laid down the law: until the maids finished their grueling list of chores, they weren't allowed to eat, rest, or even step foot inside the main house. Letting a screaming woman interrupt Fairfax meant they would be severely punished.

"Get off me!" Brinley shrieked, kicking wildly. "Let me go!"

She refused to be thrown out. Every phone call from the hospital and from Felix was another nail in her coffin, driving her further into total madness.