Page 99 of The Yoga Teacher

Lithe, flexible,Sienna.

The kind of woman Hannah had never been.

The kind of woman he hadwanted.

Heat crawled up her neck, shame burning at the edges.

She had been sovulnerablewith him. Had trusted him with her body, with her pleasure, witheverything.

And now?

Now she felt stupid for it.

Mia’s voice was softer this time. “Hannah…”

“I mean it.” Hannah forced out a small, humorless laugh. “The thought of it makes me want to curl up and die.”

Mia watched her for a long moment, her usual teasing nowhere to be found.

Then, finally—

“Fuck him.”

Hannah blinked.

Mia sat up, setting her beer down with a dullthunk. “Seriously. Fuck him.”

Hannah let out a breath, shaking her head. “I know.”

“No, Imeanit.” Mia leaned in. “You werehis wife. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Hannah swallowed.

Sheknewthat.

She did.

But knowing something andfeelingit were two different things.

Mia studied her for another long beat, then exhaled, picking up her beer again.

“Alright,” she said, leaning back. “So, no gym guy. No Daniel.” She took a slow sip, then glanced at her sideways. “Guess that just means more beer for us.”

Hannah huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. “Guess so.”

Mia grinned, clinking her bottle against Hannah’s.

CHAPTER FORTY

Daniel

DANIEL SAT ACROSS from his divorce attorney. She had represented half of his agency’s executive team at one point or another. She was surgical. Ruthless.

He knew she wouldn’t let him lie to himself.

She flipped through the folder between them, her silver pen tapping lightly against the edge. “Okay. Let’s talk about division of assets.”

Daniel didn’t flinch. “Give her everything she asked for.”

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