Meadow’s POV:

A lady had come out of the passenger seat, and she had a shy smile on her face as she leaned back into the car to talk to someone inside—Alaric..

She had on a short, tailored dress, chic and business casual. Her dark hair was slicked back into a ponytail. And she was pretty.

Very pretty. The kind that made your stomach twist, even if you had no reason to be jealous.

I swallowed.

I knew what this marriage was, and I knew what it wasn’t. But there was nothing that could ...