This time she will have the chance.

Beca was about to shake her head to say that she didn't need to know. As long as it was someone Arwen had chosen, she would accept. "Ryan —" But before she could say anything, Ryan interjected to reveal. 

"She has married a man who is even older than Dad, Mom." He said, his tone mixed with rage and sarcastic humor. "Do you really think she has moved on, Mom? Or will be happy with a man who is not twice but thrice her age?" 

The weight of Ryan's words stuck Beca like a hammer. Her lips parted, but no sound came as she tried to process it for a moment. Arwen married an old man, thrice her age? Nope, how can that be possible? 

Catrin, however, was quicker to recover. She was already against Arwen's decision and this revelation made her frown more. Her brows furrowed deeply, and her voice cut through the silence like a whip. "What do you mean, Ryan? Did you see him?"