His disgust wasn't subtle—he didn't even try to hide it.
Then, without a word or glance back, he turned and walked toward Sophie, who now stood by the table, her arms folded and a cruel smile playing on her lips as she watched the entire scene unfold like a soap opera she already knew the ending to.
Dahlia stood frozen in place.
Mouth parted. Eyes wide. Shock vibrating through her body like a slap.
She couldn't believe what just happened.
Just hours ago, everything had felt… different. They had been getting along—or so she thought. Shane had been civil, even kind at times. At first, Dahlia doubted the sudden shift in his attitude. She assumed he was playing her, pretending for some ulterior motive. But when the behavior continued longer than expected, she convinced herself of the impossible:
That Shane had finally come to his senses.
That he'd realized Sophie was never worth it.
That she had won.
