"Mr. Ewing's actually a pretty nice guy, you know. Fixed my roof the other day."
"Ms. Dye, you should really give him a shot. He's handsome and loaded—you'd live the easy life as his wife!"
"Right? Look at how he fusses over you every single day. Guy's clearly head over heels."
On a quiet autumn afternoon, the villagers sat chatting by the roadside. When they spotted Yara carrying fruit to visit a student who'd stayed home sick, they surrounded her, one after another, refusing to let her leave.
Not far behind her, Shawn and Wesley each carried care packages of their own.
The two men caught sight of the scene and quickened their steps without thinking.
A flicker of hope stirred in Shawn's chest—only to shatter the very next second when Yara spoke, plain and clear. "Shawn is my ex-husb
