A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 639

Hearing Starla's taunt, Fairfax briefly shifted his gaze to the monitor. Watching the vicious brawl in the courtyard, his face remained entirely blank, his eyes like dead winter.

His total apathy surprised Starla.

"In the past, if Brinley even broke a nail, you'd come tearing out of Petal Villa to rescue her," she mocked smoothly. "Why so cold now?"

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to," Fairfax replied flatly.

Starla laughed. The dry resignation in his voice was far more entertaining than the icy void in his eyes. She set her coffee down. "So, you've just magically stopped believing in her?"

His blind loyalty to Brinley used to make Starla want to vomit. It had been sickening. No matter what unhinged, malicious stunt Brinley pulled, Fairfax always found a way to excuse it. He’d defended her flawlessly. Even when he literally caught Brinley getting into Felix's car, he still found a way to spin it as Starla pushing her into a corner. His faith in Brinley had been bulletproof.

So his sudden, absolute indifference was genuinely fascinating.

Fairfax let out a dark, self-deprecating chuckle. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

"Of course I wanted it. I've always wanted it. But wanting it didn't exactly make you hand over the victory back then, did it?"

Starla had spent years hoping Fairfax would see through Brinley's act. But her wanting it hadn't changed a damn thing. Only the truth had.

Fairfax narrowed his eyes, choosing not to respond. He took one last, deep drag of his cigarette, inhaling the smoke until it burned, before crushing the butt into the ashtray. Without another word, he stood up and walked toward the door, his demeanor heavy and cold.

As he reached the threshold, he stopped. He stood perfectly still for a moment before looking back at her.

"Do you really have no feelings left for me at all?"

The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to violently backhand himself. What was he even asking? After everything he had just uncovered, he knew exactly where he stood. He knew exactly what he was to her.

The sheer vulnerability of the question caught Starla off guard. She blinked, then burst into genuine laughter. "Aren't you asking a question you already know the answer to?"

If Starla decided to burn the entire Yelchin family to the ground, they deserved the flames. They had no right to point fingers. And him? He had absolutely no right to ask for forgiveness.

"Fairfax! This isn't true, is it? Please tell me this isn't true!"

Darleen ran up to him, panting heavily. Just moments ago, she had been rolling on the ground beating Brinley. Now, she was shoving the file at his chest, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Her hands trembled so badly the papers rattled in the wind.

She refused to believe she was the one who had murdered Starla's mother. But reading through the irrefutable evidence in Fairfax's investigation... her chest seized in a panic attack.

The details triggered long-buried memories.

She really had killed Starla's mother.

She hadn't wanted to believe it, but the investigation was too detailed. It was undeniable.