Chapter 97

Meadow’s POV

“I-I…” I stuttered, trying and failing to form words. I definitely did not think this through. “Alaric…”

I sat up on my elbows, my throat thickening as he pulled away from me. 

His eyes left mine again and returned to the receipt. I could practically see his expression getting darker with every second he spent looking at that paper.

When I’d first read it, it hurt, because it felt like a direct message to me—and at the end of the day, our marriage really wasn’t serious.

But now, the look in Alaric’s eyes made me wish I could turn back the hands of time and shred the paper. 

“Don’t make me ask again, Meadow.” Alaric being calm at this moment scared me so much. 

“It’s nothing,” I whispered quickly. “It’s nothing, okay? Just a stupid receipt. I was at a restaurant earlier today and some waiter wrote it and…”

I trailed off, realizing that speaking about it was only making the situation worse.