Vivian's POV
"I..." My voice caught in my throat as I struggled to find the right words. This plan seemed so much clearer in my head. "Liam..."
I pushed myself up on my elbows, my chest tight as he stepped back from me.
His gaze dropped to the receipt again, refusing to meet my eyes.
I watched his expression grow more thunderous with each passing moment he stared at that piece of paper.
When I first saw what the waiter had written, it stung because it felt like he was mocking me directly. After all, our marriage wasn't exactly built on love.
But seeing the fury building in Liam's eyes made me desperately wish I could go back and destroy that receipt before he ever found it.
"Don't force me to repeat the question, Vivian." The deadly calm in his voice sent ice through my veins.
"It's really nothing," I said hastily. "Nothing important, I swear. Just some stupid note from a waiter at lunch today who thought he could..."
