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 ...