Dahlia's POV
Soren remained silent when faced with Madge's direct question about their upcoming wedding.
The tension in the room was suffocating. Everyone could sense that something fundamental had shifted between them.
Soren carried himself like a man who had no intention of walking down the aisle with Madge Uriah.
What struck me most was Madge's reaction. She didn't break down in tears or demand answers with the fury I expected.
Instead, her eyes held a quiet desperation, a silent plea as they searched Soren's face for any sign of hope.
In that moment, I recognized something achingly familiar in her expression.
The memory hit me like a physical blow, dragging me back to a night during my third year with Cobb.
It had been my birthday celebration, and work had kept me running late as usual.
When I finally made it through the door, I discovered a stunning woman draped across Cobb's lap, her revealing dress leaving little to the imagination.
