Emily’s POV
The silence at the table stretched. Dylan was still gripping his glass, jaw tight, his face frozen in an expression that screamed wounded pride. His wife, clearly uncomfortable, sat stiffly beside him, eyes darting between us.
I took another sip of my wine, unbothered. If he wanted to dish it out, he should’ve been prepared to take it.
One of the guys…Trevor, I think…laughed under his breath. "Damn, Dylan, you gonna let her talk to you like that?"
Dylan didn’t respond. His fingers flexed around his glass like he wanted to crush it.
I tilted my head, watching him. "What’s wrong?" I asked, voice smooth. "Not as fun when you're the one on the receiving end?"
The others chuckled, some exchanging looks, some shifting uncomfortably. No one stepped in. No one defended him. Not e
