A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 8

The memory of the months she’d spent pouring her soul into the Draken Haven design fueled the mocking glint in her eyes. The world seemed to fall silent, the only sound the drumming of rain against the windows.

After a long moment, Fairfax finally spoke, his voice tight with suppressed emotion. “What are you talking about? What are you suing her for?”

“What do you think?” she taunted. “Fairfax, you were the one who told me my design for the Draken Haven project was rejected, weren’t you? Was my design rejected, or was I betrayed by you?”

The silence that followed was absolute, thick with unspoken accusations.

“Can you let go of the door now?” Starla asked, her voice flat.

Fairfax’s face was a rigid mask. “It’s not what you think,” he said, his voice strained.

“Don’t bother explaining. Save it for the judge.”

“Starla!”

“Let go.”

“Do you really have to tear our family apart like this?”

The question was so outrageously manipulative it took her breath away. “Family?” she repeated, the word tasting like poison. So, no explanation. Perhaps because there was no explanation to give. But to use the word ‘family’ at a time like this… it was disgusting.

She shoved the door again, and he held it fast. “You can’t sue her. She just gave birth.”

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