Miles’ POV
"Miles! Miles! I’m talking to you!" Bianca’s voice is sharp with irritation as she follows me into the room. "You can’t do this to me, okay?"
I don’t respond. My hands are clenched into fists, my jaw tight, my mind heavy with everything that just happened.
"Miles!" she yells, grabbing my arm the second we step inside. "What is this? What is going on?" Her voice is laced with anger, but beneath it, I can hear the desperation.
I sigh, rubbing my temples. "Bianca, we were both there. We both heard what the lawyer said. This is a legal matter, and you know how I get with legal matters." My voice is calm, measured. It’s the only way I can keep myself from losing control.
"I don’t f*****g care!" she snaps. "How can you go from wanting to marry me to wanting me out of your house?
