ANNA'S POV

My car slowed to a stop in front of Greenleaf Med, the familiar glass building standing tall and proud like it always had. The driver stepped out quickly and opened the door for me, and the moment my heels touched the ground, I felt that strange tightness settle in my chest. I kept my face neutral as I stepped down.

James was already walking toward me, his steps confident, his lips stretched into that same smile I knew far too well.

“Good morning,” he said warmly. “You look even more beautiful today.”

I didn’t return the smile. “More beautiful than your wife, I’m guessing?” I asked, my tone...