Page 28 of The Yoga Teacher

He’d tossed it aside for the rush of being seen by someone new.

Is it over?

She rolled to her side, tugging the blanket up over her head. She didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to eat or shower or answer the knock that might come at the door.

She didn’t want to hear the softness in Mia’s voice or see the worry in James’s eyes.

She just wanted the world to stop spinning for one fucking day.

That seemed fair.

One day to let it hurt. One day to stop pretending she was okay. One day to feel the ache down to the bone without anyone trying to lift her out of it.

Tomorrow, she could start piecing together a new version of herself.

Tomorrow, she could learn how to be a person again.

But not today.

Today, she would cry if she wanted.

Today, she would scream into the pillow.

Today, she would stare at the ceiling and relive every second.

Because pretending it hadn’t happened would be worse.

She rolled over again, the blanket pulled tight around her shoulders.

Her husband had fucked another woman.

Not because they were broken. Not because she’d failed him.

But because he wanted to feel young. Desired. Irreplaceable.

And somewhere in that warped hunger, she had become collateral damage.

It wasn’t a misunderstanding.

It wasn’t a mistake.

It was a choice.

And with that, the question in her chest shifted—quiet, final, sure.

Itwasover.

Not because she said so.

Because he already had.

The world could wait.

Just for today.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Daniel

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