A Widow's Poison A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 584

He didn’t want to believe it, couldn’t believe it. But more than anything, he couldn’t afford to believe the truth.

Yet, as Fairfax finally opened the file and stared at the stack of surveillance photos, one after another, showing Brinley and Felix entering and leaving hotel rooms, his shattered world crumbled into dust.

“Ha… haha!” A bitter, hollow laugh escaped him.

How could he deny it now? There was no room left for disbelief. Staring at the timestamps on the photos, he gripped the file so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Gabriel kept his eyes fixed on the road, his own hands gripping the steering wheel.

Fairfax’s eyes snapped shut, then open again. “Felix… Brinley…” He spat their names out as if they were poison.

“What’s the status of that other investigation?” he asked, his voice deadly calm.

Did he trust Brinley? A part of him desperately wanted to. He didn’t want to believe she was capable of such deceit. But while he maintained a facade of trust for all to see, he had been acting differently in the shadows.

Everyone thought Brinley had fooled him again. The truth was, he had been investigating her all along.

He had been tracing the timeline of her interactions with Felix, and he had also reopened the investigation into his brother’s death.

The circumstances of Faraday’s death had always been suspicious. Now, with Brinley’s connection to Felix exposed, Fairfax’s suspicions had a new, terrifying focus. He had been tearing everything apart behind the scenes.

“It’s highly probable,” Gabriel said, his grip on the wheel tightening, “that Felix was involved.”

Fairfax’s eyes shot open, a cold, dangerous light flaring within them. If Felix was involved, it meant Brinley was likely involved too.

“I want you to tear it all apart,” Fairfax commanded.

There was no point in digging further into Brinley and Felix's affair; the evidence in his hands was proof enough. The real question now was whether their affair was directly connected to Faraday's death.

“Yes. The timeline goes back to before she even married Faraday. It seems she was regularly meeting Felix at hotels even then. Looks like Faraday was the real fool in all this.”

The casual assessment made Starla laugh.

“You’re quite the gossip, aren’t you?” she said, looking at him with amusement.

“No, Miss. I am merely reporting on my work.”

His deadpan delivery only made her laugh harder. It was clear he was enjoying the drama, and his cheerful attitude was infectious. She was beginning to understand why, out of all the capable people at his disposal, her brother had sent Garret to her.

Before she could comment, Garret continued, “Looks like things are about to explode between Fairfax and Brinley.”

“The more chaos, the better,” Starla said coolly.