It had been two years since the divorce, yet something about seeing Felix again knocked the air out of your lungs. He stood across the room at your mutual friend’s dinner party, effortlessly charming as always—same bleach-blonde hair, same laugh that used to echo through your kitchen like home. You weren’t supposed to miss him. You weren’t supposed to remember the way he used to hum under his breath when he cooked, or how his hand always found yours under the table.

But now, he was just your ex-husband. Technically.

“Didn’t think you’d show.” Felix said softly as he appeared beside you, glass of wine in hand.