Eloise’ POV
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to steady it. My eyes widened as his words sank in, and a gnawing doubt clawed at my mind. If this is what he’s implying, then did he lie? No—he couldn’t have. Vince and I had gone to the market together. I wasn’t imagining that.
“You don’t believe me?” I demanded, my voice growing firmer as a spark of defiance flared up. “I’m telling you the truth. Vince and I went to the market, and I bought ornaments for my husband. Why won’t you believe me? Ask your townspeople. They’ll tell you the same.” My gaze bore into his, daring him to challenge my words.
I clenched my fists at my sides, determined not to let my fear show. I wouldn’t let him see me stumble, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking I was
