A Widow's Poison A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 591

When Starla came downstairs, she found Fairfax sitting on the living room sofa, his hair disheveled and clearly tousled by the wind from outside.

People, she mused, could only maintain their meticulous image in comfortable environments. Fairfax was almost obsessively neat and normally couldn't stand looking so disheveled.

And yet now? He had only run a hand through his wind-blown hair, a weak attempt to straighten it.

Starla spared him a single glance before looking away, heading straight for the dining room.

She had been ignoring him for some time now, and Fairfax was finding her coldness unbearable.

Just as she was about to enter the dining room, he spoke from behind her. “Why did you put them together?”

Fairfax’s words were laced with frustration. He obviously knew about Darleen and Brinley’s multiple brawls last night. He knew, and he was powerless to stop it.

Starla glanced back at him, her gaze icy. She said nothing.

Fairfax pressed on, “You did it on purpose!”

He stated it as a fact.

“That’s right. I did it on purpose,” Starla replied flatly.

Any other excuse would be pointless; Fairfax wouldn't believe her anyway. It was easier to just agree with whatever he said.

Her admission made Fairfax’s expression darken. “Fine. You’re just wonderful, aren’t you?”

So, she wasn’t even bothering to hide her intentions anymore, was she? She was really something else, utterly audacious.

In truth, she hadn't wanted to come back. Darleen had made her dislike for Starla clear from the moment they married, and Starla had tried to keep her distance from the family. But that day… Darleen had actually claimed it wasn’t lively enough without Starla there.

“You Yelchins love having everything all together, nice and neat, don't you? I'm just trying to remember that and accommodate their needs.”

Her use of “nice and neat” sounded incredibly sarcastic to Fairfax now.

Back then, Darleen hadn't wanted her back for the sake of a perfect family picture. She had purely wanted to torment her.

“What’s the problem?” Starla continued. “Am I wrong for trying my best to meet their needs?”

“Are you meeting their needs? You’re deliberately tormenting them!” Fairfax shot back. Did she really not know what they needed now? Why was she playing dumb?

“If you say so,” Starla said with a shrug. She didn't care what he thought.