Dahlia's POV
"Ivana, you need to eat more. You've gotten too thin lately." Cobb's voice carried that familiar gentle tone as he placed a tender piece of meat into Ivana's bowl, his expression perfectly composed.
He acted as though nothing had happened. As if I hadn't witnessed what I saw earlier. Or perhaps he believed that even if I had, there was nothing I could do about it.
Everyone seated around this polished mahogany table understood the dynamics at play. Cobb and Ivana shared no blood relation, yet their connection ran deeper than most biological siblings ever experienced.
If I dared to expose what my eyes had captured, not a single person would give my words credence. Cobb would likely spin the narrative, painting me as a bitter ex-lover fabricating lies to destroy their innocent familial bond out of pure vindictiveness.
Creating unnecessary drama wasn't in my best interest. Truth be told, I almost preferred watching them spiral deeper into their twisted entanglement.
