My Husband Left Me for His Yoga Instructor Who Helped Him ‘Heal His Inner Child’—Four Years Later, I Saw Them Again and Almost Felt Sorry for Him

But standing there under the grocery store’s flickering lights, with a toddler tugging at his sleeve and a stain on his wrinkled shirt, I didn’t feel victorious.

I just felt tired.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, I felt a hand gently touch the small of my back. It was warm and familiar.

“Everything okay, my love?”

I turned and saw Leo. He stood beside me, a quiet strength in his posture, a soft expression on his face. His cart was half full with everything I’d forgotten to grab. He always noticed what I missed and picked it up without making me feel like I’d dropped the ball.

“Yeah,” I said. “Everything’s absolutely fine.”

Mark blinked, his eyes shifting from my face to Leo’s. I could almost see the math happening in his head — who was this man? Why was he here? Why was he looking at me like I’d hung the moon and all the stars?

“This is Leo,” I said. “My fiancé.”

Mark’s expression faltered just enough to reveal something beneath the surface. He extended his hand toward Leo, who accepted it without hesitation.

“Nice to meet you,” Leo said politely. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Mark mumbled.

There was a pause. The kind of pause that tastes like unfinished business.

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