Dahlia's POV
Yeager's laugh held a sharp edge as he spoke. "Who would have thought Cobb would actually marry into the Mathews family? What a twist of fate. I was certain he'd end up with that adopted girl instead." His eyes found mine, carrying a weight I recognized too well. "You spent years with him, Dahlia. Even had wedding plans, didn't you? But when push came to shove, he walked away. Men like that, who jump from one woman to another without looking back, they're not worth mourning over."
Elana's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Yeager, enough. If you can't offer support, then keep your mouth shut."
He blinked with feigned innocence, his flame-red hair catching the light. "I'm trying to help her feel better, Mom."
"Help her feel better?" Elana's tone sharpened. "You're twisting the knife in her chest."
