Dahlia's POV
Madge's eyes locked onto Soren's face, searching desperately for any sign of denial. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, "Are you truly planning to marry Isabelle?"
Soren remained silent, his jaw clenched tight. The hesitation in his expression spoke volumes.
A fleeting, bitter smile crossed Madge's features before disappearing entirely. Her chin lifted with stubborn determination.
"Soren, if you think you can simply dissolve our engagement, think again." Her voice carried a steely resolve that surprised even herself. "The only way this ends is over my dead body."
Something flickered in Soren's dark eyes—was it regret? Frustration? Before he could form a response, Madge cut through the tension.
"Tomorrow, don't bother coming to find me. I'll be staying at the Zaid estate." Without another glance, she spun on her heel and walked away, her posture rigid with wounded pride.
