Miles’s POV
I already know Daphne won’t back down easily. She’s stubborn, especially when it comes to me. But I need to keep her out of that courtroom—for her sake, for the baby. The stress could be too much.
“I don’t care what you’re about to say, Miles. I am going to court with you, and that’s final,” she says, arms crossed, her voice firm and unyielding.
“Daphne,” I say softly, reaching for her hand. My thumb brushes over her knuckles, trying to soothe the fire in her eyes. “I know you want to stand by me. I know you’re scared of what might happen, and you want to see it for yourself. But you’re pregnant. If anything goes wrong in there—if anything upsets you—I’ll never forgive myself.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I gently cut her off.
“You promised me,” I remind her, locking
