Beatrice, Felix’s lover, stood close by, her expression a mix of smug satisfaction and concealed malice. She was basking in the victory, her laughter a harsh, grating sound to Sophia’s ears. With a contemptuous glance, Beatrice made disparaging remarks about Sophia, hinting at her own desires to replace Sophia as Matthew’s mother. Her comments were not lost on the pack members, who exchanged knowing glances and whispered their agreement.
As the celebration continued, Felix’s attention remained focused on the festivities, his indifference to Sophia’s suffering palpable. When she finally mustered the courage to confront him, her voice was hoarse and broken. “Felix, we need to talk. Matthew—”
“Not now, Sophia,” Felix interrupted sharply, his tone devoid of empathy. “Can’t you see we’re celebrating? This is no time for your dramatics.”
Sophia’s heart ached at his dismissal. “You don’t understand. Matthew is… Matthew is—”
“Enough,” Felix cut her off with irritation. “I’ve had enough of your pity parties. You’re ruining this for everyone.”