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~Eva’s POV
Dylan’s mother did not hesitate. She shifted in her seat, straightening her back, her expression sharpening as though she had been waiting for this opening all along.
“My son went through hell,” she said, her voice firm and steady. “He gave his name, his heart, his future to that marriage, and what did he receive in return?” She let out a slow breath and shook her head. “Disappointment. Shame. A woman who could not even give him a child, yet still dared to betray him.”
The word defective hung in the air when she said it, heavy and deliberate.
I lowered my gaze, playing my part, my fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the table as though the words were difficult for me to hear. Inside, my pulse beat faster, but I kept my face calm. Composed. The kind of calm peo
