Page 26 of The Yoga Teacher

James didn’t wait for him to argue. He turned and walked back inside, leaving Daniel standing in the driveway, his ribs burning, his throat tight.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Hannah

THE CEILING FAN spun in slow, hypnotic circles above her.

Hannah stared at it, unblinking, as the soft whir filled the quiet guest room.

She hadn’t turned off the bedside lamp.

She couldn’t.

Darkness felt too heavy. Too final.

James had given her a hug, fierce and unyielding. “You can stay here as long as you need.”

And then Mia had tucked her into the bed like she was breakable, like she might shatter right there on the spot. She’d sat on the edge of the mattress, stroking Hannah’s hair, whispering,It’s okay, just rest.

But Hannah couldn’t.

Her body was exhausted, drained in a way she had never felt before. But her mind—her mind was still inthat room.

Still seeinghim.

Still hearingher.

Hannah squeezed her eyes shut, but it didn’t stop the images. The sharp slap of skin against skin. The filthy, breathy sounds from Sienna’s mouth. The way Daniel had moved—how he hadgrippedher,heldher.

Her husband. Her Daniel.

Andher.

Sienna. Bent over a padded bench. Moaning, gasping, saying things Hannah had never even imagined saying.

Hannah squeezed her eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The images were burned into her, seared onto the backs of her eyelids.

Daniel’s hands on Sienna’s hips,holdingher there.

Daniel’s body, moving—thrusting—like an animal.

Hannah curled onto her side, pulling her knees to her chest.

She remembered her own moments with him. His forehead pressed to hers, his hands gliding over her skin like he was memorizing her. He would kiss her, deep and lingering, until she was breathless, until there was nothing but the two of them. She was his person. His love.

She had always believed that when they made love, he wasgivingher something—not just taking.

But watching from the outside, seeing the way he was with Sienna, there had beenno tenderness. No hesitation. No care.

Justfucking.

Hard. Filthy. Thoughtless.

Had she ever really known her husband?

Or had she just seen what she wanted to see?

She exhaled sharply and turned onto her other side, hoping that exhaustion would finally drag her under. But her body stayed tense, her mind refusing to quiet.

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