A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 636

Darleen had spent every agonizing day trying to figure out the real reason Starla had refused the divorce and trapped them in this hellish servitude. There had to be a deeper motive.

And now, Fairfax was bringing up her darkest secrets. Could it be...?

Darleen's heart surged into her throat. A horrifying realization slammed into her mind, but her brain violently rejected it.

"Y-you... are you saying...?" She trailed off, staring at Fairfax in absolute dread. The pieces were locking together, and the picture was shattering her reality.

"Could it... could it be...?" she stammered, unable to force the words past her lips. It was too terrifying to be true. It couldn't be.

"You killed her mother!" Fairfax roared. "Now do you know why?!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Darleen's world collapsed. It was as if a physical blow had struck her chest, shattering her entire reality into a ringing, white-hot void. Her pupils contracted, completely frozen in shock.

Xenia and Brinley were equally paralyzed.

Xenia shuddered violently. "Fairfax... what did you just say?" She stared at her brother, praying this was some sick joke.

Brinley stood rooted to the spot, entirely speechless.

Fairfax cast a disgust-filled glance at the three of them, turned on his heel, and walked into the house without another word.

Watching his retreating back, Darleen's legs gave out. If Xenia hadn't caught her, she would have collapsed onto the freezing pavement.

"Mom..." Xenia cried out.

Darleen's chest heaved erratically. "No. No, that's impossible. It's impossible!"

They lived in entirely different stratospheres. Once Darleen married Harley, she became Mrs. Yelchin. She moved in circles of wealth and power. She might have done terrible things to secure her place, but she never would have interacted with someone from the absolute bottom of society.

"Exactly! It's impossible!" Darleen gasped, latching onto the excuse. "There has to be a misunderstanding! She must have the wrong person!"

Xenia nodded vehemently. "Yes, she's got the wrong person! She made a mistake and decided to pin it all on you. That psycho bitch!"

"If it's a mistake, we might survive this," Brinley suddenly interjected, her voice dripping with venom. "The real nightmare is if she isn't mistaken."

Brinley glared at Darleen, her eyes burning with pure hatred.

"What are you saying?" Darleen snapped.

"I'm saying, if you really did murder her mother, then every single ounce of suffering we've endured in this house is entirely your fault!" Brinley screamed.