CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-FIVE:I WILL LEAVE YOU TO FIND OUT YOURSELF

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Dahlia let out a laugh, a chilling, mocking sound that echoed through the room. "You say his name so casually," she sneered, raising an eyebrow, "as if he's truly yours. Yet you know nothing—nothing—of what he does behind your back. Poor Sophie," she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Sometimes I almost pity you." She paused, watching Sophie's reaction, savoring the moment she saw the anger flash in Sophie's eyes, her fists clenching at her sides. The satisfaction on Dahlia's face only deepened. "Oh, did I touch a nerve? You actually love him, don't you?"

Sophie's jaw clenched, her voice trapped in her throat. She wanted to snap back, to tell Dahlia exactly where to go, but for some reason, the words wouldn't come. Dahlia's eyes gleamed with triumph as she watched Sophie's struggle.