But this time, it was different.
Bumping into him again felt like fate, and this time, I wasn’t just going to let him go without figuring out who she was and what she meant to him.
I was sickened to learn she was his wife.
But when they started arguing while I hid in the corridor, hope blossomed in my chest.
And then he told her he was glad they were divorced.
And I knew fate was handing me an opportunity to have the one thing I wanted since our brush when I was nineteen.
Him.
That’s when I began following him.
Learning him.
And it soon became apparent that his ex-wife’s shadow lingered over him.
Not because he loves her.
Because of what she left behind.
A man who hesitates.
Who doubts.
Who questions whether he’s allowed to want something.
That didn’t come from nowhere.
That came fromher.
My jaw tightens slightly.
I’m annoyed that she stopped by, but I don’t let it show.
Because this time, he has me.
And I’m not leaving.
Drew’s eyes lock with mine.
I see the relief in them.
The knowledge that I’m here.
And I’m not her.
He smiles, then pulls me against him. Where I belong.
I wrap around him, hating that she’s made him unsettled. Because she still has the ability to reach into his life and disrupt it.
That’s what bothers me.
That her showing up threw him off-balance.
“You’re thinking about her,” I say softly.