Delilah scoffed, her grip tightening on her fork.
Ruby noticed, tilting her head. "What? What’s wrong?"
"That’s the woman who called me poor," Delilah muttered, nodding toward the couple. "And that’s her fiancé."
Ruby followed Delilah’s gaze, her eyes narrowing. "They do look wealthy."
Helen, who had been eating quietly, looked up and froze. Her face paled as her gaze locked onto the man.
"That’s Jonah," Helen said, her voice strained. "My husband. And that’s probably his new mistress."
Delilah’s jaw dropped. "You’re joking. That woman wears designer clothes and talks about engagements."
Helen’s bitter laugh escaped her. "I’m not. He’s the one I wanted to deal with when I pretended to be a client."
Ruby’s lips curled into a smirk. "He looks like someone who deserves a beating. But
