MILE’S POV
I paced around my room, biting my finger, my thoughts tangled in frustration. Did I really just accuse Daphne of cheating? The words had left my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. She loves Reynold—that much is clear. And Reynold is my best friend. I married her for Grandfather, not love, so why the hell am I so angry?
I should have just warned her to be more discreet, told her to be careful. Instead, the sight of those pictures sent rage coursing through me. Was it my ego? The fact that, no matter the circumstances, she’s still my wife? That she can't just go around kissing whoever she wants?
I let out a sharp breath. “I need to calm down,” I mutter, forcing myself to stop pacing.
Sleeping in the same room as her isn’t an option tonight. I’d rather stay here.
