Daphne’s POV
“Bianca is pregnant,” I say in a low tone, my gaze fixed on Miles. I didn’t expect this—not while he was married to me. My chest tightens as I swallow the lump in my throat. “You couldn’t even wait until our wedding was over?” My voice carries the weight of disappointment. Grandfather won’t be happy about this.
Miles’ eyes widen, his expression shifting from shock to desperation. “No, Daphne, you’ve got it all wrong,” he says quickly. “Bianca isn’t pregnant. I don’t know where Reynold got that from.”
I sit up in bed, watching him closely. He sounds so desperate, like he needs me to believe him. Why does it matter so much to him? My mind races. Reynold wouldn’t just lie about something like this, would he?
“Bianca isn’t pregnant, okay?” Miles repeats, his gaze locked onto m
