Miles’s POV
It’s been two days since I last spoke to Daphne. We live under the same roof, yet feel like strangers. The distance between us is suffocating. I don’t blame her—not really—but that doesn’t make the silence any easier. I miss her. I want to hold her, to just be near her. But she can’t even look me in the eye. She hates me. And it kills me.
And Reynold… I should file a complaint against that bastard. He had no right coming into my house, stirring things up before I could explain anything to Daphne—on my own terms.
I let out a long sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face. I couldn’t focus on work if I tried. The words on my laptop screen blur together, meaningless. With a grunt of frustration, I shut it closed just as the office phone rang.
My secretary’s voice filtered through. “
