Game Over, My Mr. Hockey

Chapter 2

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atmosphere at the brea

er-son pair. Bradly was at the head of the table, despe

hen thoughtfully refilled Chandler's orange juice. His movements were smooth a

asionally throwing me a triumphant gl

ovocations. I was calculating how long it would t

nted a sticky, jam-

s voice piercing the quiet dining room. "Why don't

seemed t

olded her son with mock severity. "Caleb, don't be rude!"

ck me. I set my coffee cup down gently on its saucer with

hed. Enjoy

d the door. Moments later, my p

l. Ready to discuss details anytime. Are

flew across

this house. And draft a subsidiary agreement

alled im

buzzing with righteous energy. "Just

and expensive handbags stared back at me, each one a gift from Bradly

a dusty old suitcase. Inside were a few simple items of clothing I had bought with m

s marriage. It was a farce

as going to see a friend. In reality, I

documents across her glass desk. "It doesn't guarantee a heavily tilted asset split, bu

sign? If you get divorced, wouldn't it cause a stir in his famil

nk, and soon an

ignature needs to be hidden amon

and handed me a separate form. "This is a standard investment authorization form for the Gordon Gro

her and

on the sofa with Chandler and Caleb, watching a children's sh

moving slightly away from Chandler. I found the gestur

n." But I walked straight upstairs, not giving her the chance. My calm seemed to unsettle them more than any outb

ght they knew. I pulled the divorce papers from my bag a

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Game Over, My Mr. Hockey

Blair Dippel Romance

“For three years, my marriage to Bradly Gordon, the golden boy of the NHL, was nothing more than a freezing, sexless public image. On the eve of our third anniversary, I walked into his dark study and caught him masturbating to a picture of his late brother's widow, Chandler. The very next day, he moved her and her spoiled son into our home. Her son intentionally destroyed my late mother's belongings and the only photograph I had of my parents. When I confronted them, Bradly fiercely protected Chandler, violently shoving me into a sharp table. He even abandoned me at a crucial high-society dinner to chase after rumors of Chandler dating other men. Left entirely alone, I was publicly humiliated by my adoptive family and cast out into a freezing blizzard. I didn't understand how he could be so blindly devoted to his sister-in-law while treating his legal wife like garbage. As I lay half-dead in the snow, he was busy buying her an extravagant pink diamond. His cruel mockery echoed in my mind. "Do you really think a man can love a woman he doesn't touch?" That was the final straw. I stopped playing the meek, pathetic wife. I set a trap with a fake six-million-dollar antique hockey stick for her son to destroy, packed my bags, and left him a signed divorce agreement as his birthday gift.”