Daphne’s POV
"Why do you look so surprised?" Miles asked, his voice laced with amusement. "I mean, you wanted me to be my old self again, didn’t you?"
Before I could form a response, he stepped into my room, his sharp eyes scanning the space.
"Why is this room a little messy?" His tone was softer this time, almost casual.
"I..." I stammered, my fingers curling into my palm. I couldn’t tell him I had been gathering my things, ready to leave before he could throw me out.
"You know what? Never mind," he said dismissively before casually adding, "We’ll be moving out of here tomorrow."
I blinked. "Moving? Why?"
"I can’t live here anymore, princess," he said, turning to me with a small smile.
Princess?
First wife, now princess?
Was he possessed? Or had grief completely snapped his sani
