Miles’s POV
"Strangers… we are strangers," I mutter to myself, staring blankly into space. Daphne really hates me now.
I thought her ignoring me was just because of what happened on Valentine's Day, but it's more than that. She’s suffocating in this marriage, and I’m only making it worse. I can't keep holding her back. Grandfather isn’t here anymore—there’s no reason to keep pretending. Maybe it’s time to finally set her free.
A voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“Miles? What are you thinking about? You seem lost.”
I blink and look up at Bianca, her face creased with concern.
"Are you okay?" she asks softly.
I force a faint smile.
“Let’s get married.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “Miles… are… are you serious?” she stammers, searching my face for any sign of hesitation.
I hold her gaze
