Miles’s POV
It had been three weeks since Daphne’s surgery. The days had settled into something quieter, more bearable. Ophelia was finally convicted—a long-awaited moment that should’ve felt like a victory. And maybe it did, to some extent. Things were supposed to be getting better now.
But the truth hung over me like a storm cloud: Daphne still didn’t know about the divorce.
Every time the thought crossed my mind, my chest tightened. Anxiety made it hard to breathe, harder still to focus. I sat in my home office, pretending to be immersed in work, but the words on my screen blurred together. I hadn’t typed a single useful thing in the past hour.
A soft knock broke the silence. I looked up, and the door creaked open. Daphne stepped in, a warm smile lighting up her face, the kind that
