Chapter 92

Meadow’s POV

My breath stuttered, and my eyelids fluttered. I had to physically clutch my chest through my top because his words had cut me deeply.

‘Most marriages are jokes,’ he’d said. Like ours. Like my marriage to Alaric. A contract, his need to feel touch, my need to be ruined. It wasn’t real. None of it was.

Yvonne scowled, curling her fists on the table. “I’m going to have a talk with his manager,” she gritted out, but before she could rise to her feet, I stopped her.

“Don’t,” I muttered, shaking my head. “It’s not worth it.”

‘He didn’t lie,’ I almost added.

Yvonne watched me for a moment with her head tilted, almost like she was trying to figure something out. And then she asked out of nowhere: “Is your marriage a joke, Meadow?”

My jaw ticked. “Now why on earth would you ask me that?”

She hesitated before she answered. “I didn’t mean it like that. But like you said, I lied to you, and you wish I gave you a head