(Michelle Lui's POV)
I told myself that Sunday and Wednesday were coincidences.
That I wasn't expecting anything when I walked into the library again on Friday afternoon, laptop in hand and a cup of caramel latte balanced dangerously close to spilling.
But when I spotted Steven sitting at the same table — that same white shirt, those same sleeves neatly rolled to his elbows, the crease between his brows as he focused — my heart did a small, traitorous leap.
It was only our third time running into each other, but somehow it already felt like routine.
This was bad.
I was supposed to be focusing on my self-improvement arc, not accidentally starring in "How to Emotionally Complicate Your Past Life Husband's Current Relationship." Or maybe "BBTF: First life's marraige, the second coming" whichever title suits.
I almost laughed at the silliness and absurdities of the titles.
Still, when he looked up and met my gaze with a quiet nod, I smiled back before I could stop myself.
