Page 12 of The Yoga Teacher

This isn't happening.

Sienna moaned, loud and uninhibited, words spilling from her mouth.

“God—yes… fuck,yes.” Her voice caught on a moan. “Fuck me… please. Your energy—” she gasped, “it’s so… powerful.”

Bile crawled up her throat, burning, choking her. She tried to take a step back but her legs wouldn't obey.

“God—my body… I’msoopenfor you.”

Her husband groaned in response, thrusting himself into Sienna. Into Hannah's yoga teacher. The woman who had adjusted Hannah's poses, who had smiled at her, encouraged her, welcomed her husband to class.

The woman whose body now arched beneath Daniel's hands.

Time fragmented. Stretched. Compressed.

"Yes.Yes! Harder."

Her ears were ringing.

Daniel—her Daniel, her husband,her person—fisted his hand in Sienna's hair, yanking her head back. He drove into her relentlessly.

The sound of their bodies colliding was overwhelming. Obscene.

This is a nightmare. Wake up. WAKE UP.

But she couldn't wake up. Couldn't escape. Couldn't look away.

Daniel groaned, familiar and private—a sound she thought was only for her.

The floor didn’t feel solid beneath her. It was like she was floating—no, falling. Endlessly falling into a void where nothing made sense anymore.

This isn't my life. This isn't my husband. This isn't happening to me.

The smell of sweat and sex filled her nostrils, clogging her lungs, making her gag.

Daniel thrust harder. Faster. His face contorted in pleasure she once thought was sacred.

But this wasn't the Daniel she knew. This was a stranger wearing her husband's face.

The room spun. Tilted. Fractured.

She wanted to back away but her legs wouldn't move. Wanted to scream but her voice was buried under an avalanche of disbelief.

She would remember this moment for the rest of her life. Every detail. Every sound. Every jagged breath. The exact angle of Daniel's body. The precise way the dim light caught the sweat on his skin. The hollow place behind her ribs where her heart used to beat steadily, faithfully, trustingly.

Now, in its place, nothing but a raw, gaping wound.

Her voice sounded small, broken. Unrecognizable.

"Daniel."

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hannah

"DANIEL."

It came out barely above a whisper, but Hannah could see that he’d heard her.

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