A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 735

Then again, Fairfax had never exactly been known for his stellar moral compass. He had always been a shameless opportunist.

"Whoever he's trying to punish, it's not my problem anymore. I'm washing my hands of him," Starla declared.

"Good. Let your brother handle him. He'll crush that shameless bastard!" Tanya scoffed. The sheer audacity of the man. Starla had suffered through years of a miserable marriage, one that he had painstakingly manipulated into existence. He trapped her with lies and then utterly failed to protect or cherish her.

"He's absolute trash," Tanya muttered.

Starla had entirely run out of adjectives to describe the man.

"Does he have zero self-awareness?" Tanya pressed. "How does he have the nerve to just run?" A normal person would feel crushing guilt for pulling a stunt like that. But not Fairfax. After dragging her through hell, he still refused to grant her total freedom.

"And what's the point of handing over all his assets? None of it is what you actually wanted."

What she truly wanted was the divorce.

"No, I wanted the assets too," Starla corrected her quietly.

Tanya paused. "Are you sure? If you hate him that much, destroying his empire would be enough. Why keep any of it?"

"If I just destroyed it, it would all be over. But how long would I remember what I need to remember?"

Tanya felt a sudden ache in her chest. She recognized that tone. Starla was thinking about her mother again. That poor woman... if the Yelchin family hadn't caused that fatal crisis years ago, Starla wouldn't have grown up in an orphanage.

"Since you've gotten your revenge, why hold onto the memories?" Tanya asked softly.

Susanna had just returned from a trip abroad. After letting them in, she received an urgent call from her office and started gathering her things to leave.

"This place is a shoebox. How are we all supposed to live here?" Darleen complained loudly, peering into the bedroom. The bed was barely a queen size. Since joining the Yelchin family, she hadn't set foot in a place this cramped, let alone slept on such a tiny mattress.

Xenia looked equally disgusted. "There's three of us. This won't work at all. That bed only fits one person comfortably."

Susanna's expression darkened. "I wanted to buy a bigger place back then, but you wouldn't let me, Mom."

When Susanna first started working, Darleen had suggested she buy a place closer to the office. Susanna had always known the real motive: Darleen wanted an excuse to push her out of The Yelchin Estate. The family's blatant favoritism had always been reserved for Xenia.

Susanna hadn't fought it. The suffocating atmosphere at the estate, combined with Darleen's constant nagging, had made her eager to leave anyway.