ALINA'S POV
My throat clogged as air struggled to pass to my lungs. I froze in my position as I recognized the same midnight black hair, the striking jaw line. There, standing before me, was my ex-husband, the man I had been hiding from for years, hoping to escape the pain of our past. My heart pounded fiercely against my chest, its rhythm erratic and deafening in my ears.
I was enveloped in shock, the air around me thick with disbelief. How could fate be so cruel as to bring him back into my life at this moment? I prayed fervently, desperately, that he wouldn't recognize me, not with my altered hair color and eye shade. I couldn't risk the memories, the hurt, resurfacing, tearing open wounds I had painstakingly tried to heal.