Meadow’s POV:

“If you want to beg, then do it properly,” I gritted out, tossing my purse onto the floor.

I was boiling.

My insides were on fire.

I had never known Tyler as a coward. I used to look at him like he hung the fucking moon—even while he was treating me badly. I was so blinded by love and adoration and the fact that someone was showing me a little bit of attention, when in truth, he only showed me a little attention because he was trying to get me to fall in love with him ...