Reynold’s POV
“You fell in love with the woman I love most in this world.”
My voice is calm, but the fury behind it is barely contained. My hands itch to strangle him, to wipe that guilty expression off his face. But we’re in public, and I refuse to make a scene—not yet.
Miles shifts uncomfortably, his jaw tightening. “Reynold, if I could stop it, I would. I know how much you love Daphne, but I can’t control my heart. I never wanted this to happen.”
His voice wavers, a quiet fear creeping into his words.
I laugh—short, sharp, and bitter. It’s the kind of laugh that makes people uneasy, and sure enough, the onlookers begin to whisper. My head tilts slightly as I stare at him, amusement laced with something far more dangerous.
“Of all people, Miles… it had to be her?” I shake my head,
