LOGIN“Then we need to decide what happens next,” I said. Thiago nodded. “I think we should speak to our fathers. But first, we should agree on what we want from this marriage.” “Fine. What do you want?” He considered the question. “I want us to be able to live together without making each other’s live
Daphne Thiago was quiet for a moment after I finished speaking. “I understand,” he said eventually. I searched his face. “Do you?” “I think so.” He paused. “You want to marry me because you believe it’s what’s best for the child. You’re not asking me to love you, and you’re not promising to love
Daphne Still, even if he was being clearheaded now, the sudden shift in his attitude was giving me whiplash. “Why do you want to marry me?” I asked. Thiago looked at me as though the answer should have been obvious. “Because we are going to have a child together, Daphne. I don’t see the point of
Daphne I straightened on the couch, suddenly uncomfortable beneath his steady gaze. “And you didn’t think to say anything?” His eyebrows drew together. “What was I supposed to say?” “That I might be pregnant.” “You were the one who insisted you were fine.” Heat crept up my neck. “I was unwell.
Yet I couldn’t figure out how to tell one quiet, infuriating man that I was carrying his child. Perhaps it was because those other situations had rules. There were procedures to follow, arguments to prepare, and outcomes I could anticipate. I knew what I was fighting for and what I stood to lose. Th
Daphne I climbed into my carriage after leaving the clinic, gathering my skirts beneath me before settling against the cushioned seat. Annabel, my eldest maid, followed and sat opposite me, closing the door behind her. I glanced at her. “Did you tell the guard where we’re going?” She nodded. “Yes







