Daphne’s POV
My eyes widened the moment I saw Reynold standing at the doorway. His stare was sharp—furious—as it shifted between Miles and me. His fists clenched at his sides as he stormed closer, and I instinctively pulled the sheet tighter around my bare body, sinking further into the bed. I didn’t dare meet his gaze. I could already feel the storm raging in him, the betrayal etched into his face.
“What did you do, Daphne?” His voice was low, but the anger beneath it made me flinch.
Miles stood from the bed in just his shorts,“How dare you come into my house?” he snapped, shoving Reynold back a step. But Reynold didn’t even glance at him—his eyes were still locked on me. Teary, accusing, devastated. My chest tightened with guilt I didn’t want to feel.
Without warning, Reynold’s fist
