Dahlia's POV
My silence only seemed to fuel Cobb's rage further. His eyes blazed with a mixture of contempt and cruel amusement as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Dahlia, you should stop living in this pathetic fantasy of yours. If I don't want you, what makes you think anyone else would?"
The venomous words hung in the air between us, and I felt my hands clench into fists. Just as I was about to unleash my fury on this worthless excuse for a man, I watched his entire demeanor shift. His hand, which had been reaching toward me, suddenly pulled back as if burned.
I turned to follow his gaze and found myself staring at a vision in red standing in the doorway. The woman wore a crimson dress that seemed to flow like liquid fire around her perfect form. Words failed me as I took in her appearance. Her eyes sparkled like precious gems, and I could tell she was no older than twenty-five.
