Battle Plan

Meredith rode the elevator up with Brayden to their floor. They were home and Meredith had spent the rest of the drive there trying not to think of anything. She had turned over a new leaf and her idea of this death contract was starting to take a new shape. She still didn't like that she was forced into it and she wasn't trying to be best friends with Brayden like he had suggested. She knew the situation she had found herself in wasn't a great one in the least. Sure her husband was the hottest man on earth. Yes, he was a billionaire who not only bought her all kinds of extravagant things but insisted on them. And he was truly trying to be her friend albeit in a very screwed up sort of way.