Page 37 of The Yoga Teacher

He’dnever physically attacked someone.

He shouldn’t have cheated on Hannah, he knew that, but it didn’t have to be like this.

Hannah never would have known if she hadn’t walked in on him. If she hadn’t barged into a private moment.

It wasn’t like she caught him in someaffair. It wasn’t like he had feelings for Sienna.

It was just sex.

He wouldneverhave left his wife.

The idea of her in some gym, working out, looking “insane”—like she was already moving forward, like she wasfine—made something dark curl in his chest.

It wasn’t supposed to be this easy for her to forget him.

He drained his beer and set it down with more force than necessary. The conversation had moved on, but Daniel was still stuck on that one detail. Hannah at the gym. Hannah looking different. Hannah beingfinewithout him. He needed to see it for himself.

He needed to see her.

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He was parked outside the gym.

Hergym.

Daniel sat behind the wheel, engine off, hands clenched around the steering wheel like he was bracing for impact.

He was here to talk to her. But now that he was here, now that he could see the entrance and imagine her walking through it at any moment—

He couldn’t move.

He wouldn’t go inside. He wasn’tthatguy. He wouldn’t corner her in public, force her into a conversation she didn’t want. He’d just… wait.

Just see her.

And then—like his thoughts had conjured her—she appeared.

Hannah.

Head high. Shoulders squared. A bag slung over one shoulder, hair tied back.

His breath caught.

She looked incredible.

Not because of what she was wearing. Not because of the shape of her legs or the flush in her cheeks.

But because she looked whole.

Like she wasn’t even thinking about him.

And he couldn’t move.

The words he’d rehearsed—I’m sorry. I miss you. Please just look at me—all evaporated. He just sat there, hands shaking slightly on the wheel, watching her move through the parking lot like she didn’t know he existed.

Daniel’s fingers curled tighter around the wheel, knuckles turning white.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

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