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Divorcing The Arrogant Ice Hockey Star

Chapter 2

Word Count: 705 | Released on: Today at 16:39

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A picture of her in a sexy dress at some l

laugh. Her "lonely night" was ab

een lit up. An iMessage

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top right corner, the gesta

through immediately.

ndle things with us. After a

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e. The date on it wa

was pregnant. Wi

oft thud on the rug. I scrambled to the bathroom, heavin

building in my abdomen. A stabbing, twist

sweat drenching my nightgown. The pain

screen was still lit up with Isabelle's taunting message.

don

re he picked up. The background was

voice was impatient, anno

very last bit of my strength. "My... stomach h

even more irritated. "What kind of game are you

.. hurts..." My vision

a PR problem, TMZ reporters caught us. I'm dealing with it. Don't

n added, "And

dial tone buzzed in my

his and Isabelle's mess. Do

ing, was worried about protecting h

wave. I gave up on him. With my la

like an eternity. The pain was making me bl

sickness and in health, to love and

I was already losing consciousness. The l

ed with a ruptured ovarian cyst and severe internal

he consent forms. "Where is your fam

ympathetic eyes a

any family,"

n, I only

: Chloe Sullivan. The letters we

watched the sterile white lights pass overhead

n-all of it had been c

entered my veins,

rriage

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“On our fourth wedding anniversary, I spent all afternoon preparing my husband's favorite meal. But Landon, a star hockey player, came home late, ignored the dinner, and rushed back out to comfort his ex-girlfriend. When I begged him to stay, he coldly called me "unreasonable" and slammed the door. Shortly after, I received a text message from an unknown number. It was an ultrasound photo, along with a taunting text: Isabelle was pregnant with his child. The sheer shock triggered a sudden, agonizing pain in my abdomen, making me collapse on the cold tiles. I called Landon with my last ounce of strength, begging him to save me. "Stop faking sick just because I went out. Don't cause more trouble for me. Get yourself an Uber." He impatiently hung up to deal with his ex's PR crisis. I was rushed to the ER with a ruptured ovarian cyst and severe internal bleeding. I nearly died on the operating table, forced to sign my own surgery consent forms completely alone. For four years, I had given up my dreams and identity to support his career, only to be treated like a disposable doll. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could leave me to die while fiercely protecting another woman. Waking up from the anesthesia, the pathetic woman who begged for his love was dead. I didn't cry or wait for his apology. Instead, I transferred my assets, packed my bags, and hired the most ruthless celebrity divorce lawyer in New York. This time, I'm making him pay.”