A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 622

"Whether he belongs to Felix or not, the results will be out tomorrow. Why are you in such a rush?"

Before Brinley could utter another word, Darleen's voice cut through the room from the doorway. The warmth and affection she used to show the younger woman had been entirely replaced by absolute ice.

Both Brinley and Fairfax turned to look. Meeting Darleen's dead, emotionless eyes, Brinley felt the breath catch in her throat.

Darleen marched straight into the room, raised her hand, and delivered a vicious slap across Brinley's face. *Smack!*

"You little slut! How dare you keep throwing yourself at my son!"

"I..."

"Honestly, a paternity test is pointless," Darleen sneered. "You know damn well whether that kid is Faraday's or not!"

"He is Faraday's!" Brinley cried, clutching her stinging cheek. She stubbornly clung to the lie, refusing to admit the truth no matter what.

Darleen struck her again, even harder. *Smack!* "I have never met someone as shameless as you in my entire life!"

Darleen was practically vibrating with rage. The audacity of this woman to still be lying through her teeth when she was backed into a corner was maddening.

"If the baby is Faraday's, then why did you refuse the paternity test?"

Brinley was rendered speechless.

"And don't give me that garbage about not wanting the child to live with a stain on his reputation. If you actually cared about his reputation, you wouldn't have been screwing around with Felix Fowler in the first place!"

Again, Brinley had no answer.

Darleen was completely lucid now. Her logic was airtight, and no amount of pathetic tears or excuses from Brinley could dispel her convictions. In fact, she wasn't just suspicious anymore; she was absolutely certain.

Realizing it was entirely hopeless, Brinley covered her face, burst into tears, and sprinted out of the room.

Watching her pathetic retreat, Darleen let out a cold scoff. She turned to Fairfax. "Don't tell me you're actually going to go soft on her again?"

"Did you forget what I told you?"

Herbert smiled knowingly. The man inside was already furious enough. He had no intention of going in.

But just as Starla turned to walk toward the house, Herbert suddenly caught her by the wrist.

Caught off guard, she spun back around. "You—"

Before she could finish the sentence, her entire body went rigid. She had crashed directly into his chest. He looked down just as she looked up, their faces mere inches apart, their warm breaths mingling in the crisp air.

Instinctively, she tried to step back, but his large, warm hand settled firmly on her slender waist...

Inside, Fairfax had known the moment Herbert's car pulled into the driveway. Sitting on the living room sofa, he only had to lift his eyes to see them through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

When he saw them holding each other in the driveway, the blood in his veins turned to ice.