A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 625

These were people who had been pampered in extreme luxury their entire lives. Suddenly shoved into such catastrophic misery, there weren't enough vile words in the dictionary to describe how they cursed Starla and Fairfax.

They screamed that Starla was a venomous snake, unfit to be a wife. They screamed that Fairfax was a pathetic, useless coward who couldn't even control one woman.

Starla sat down on the sofa.

Fairfax turned to look at her. Now that there was some distance between them, he got a clear look at the coat she was wearing—Herbert's coat. And catching the light on her wrist was... a Red Diamond Bracelet?

It was the exact same red diamond Darleen had planned to bid on for Brinley at the auction, along with a blue diamond. But his family had lost out on both. Herbert Farley had won the red diamond.

And he had given it to her?

Handing over something that extraordinarily expensive just like that... It only confirmed that Herbert had serious designs on her. Fairfax's fists clenched even tighter.

When he didn't respond, Starla smirked. "I guess the pressure isn't high enough yet. Or did someone swoop in and fix their little problem for you?"

Her tone dropped dangerously low at the end.

Fairfax's expression mirrored her icy demeanor. "With you pulling the strings, who would dare help me?"

He thought back to his attempts to get assistance. His friend Caden Larson had practically run for the hills. Darian Lynn had initially promised to help, but the moment Starla issued a threat, Darian had panicked and recalled all his men.

"Then it's strange that you still haven't signed the divorce agreement," Starla noted. "After all, your heart just bleeds for the Yelchin family. You protect them relentlessly, no matter what kind of monsters they are. So, are they just not throwing a big enough tantrum for you?"

When Fairfax didn't reply, the old woman grew even more enraged. "If I were you, I would have killed that bitch by now! Who gave her the right to run roughshod over the Yelchins? What kind of god does she think she is?!"

Annika had never suffered a day in her life. Her hatred for Starla was so absolute she wanted her dead.

For years, the Yelchin family had stood at the absolute pinnacle of power in Marina City. They were untouchable. Now, they were being played like cheap violins by a single woman. And the head of the family—her own grandson—was completely powerless to stop her.

Fairfax squeezed his eyes shut. Faced with his grandmother's furious accusations, he had absolutely no idea what to say.

"Say something!" Annika barked. Her baseline fury spiked into a blind rage when met with his silence.

"What exactly do you want me to say?" Fairfax replied bitterly. At a time like this, there was nothing to say. There was nothing he *could* say.