Divorcing The Arrogant Ice Hockey Star

Chapter 5

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actually da

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couldn't survive without

anity. Its cold touch only fueled my ir

r number again. "The user you are c

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. I never thought Chloe, who was always as me

she liked, the flowers she arranged, the throw pillows she bought for the sofa. I'd never paid att

d to show her the conse

t friend. The woman who always looked at me like I was some

, but as the team's PR manager, she c

rings, her icy voice came through. "

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uld I know your wife's whereabouts? Pe

phone. "Don't play games wi

in no position to give me orders. And b

ar voice in the background. It was

d against my rib

nged. The voice I had known for four year

" I asked, supp

one of her own. "Landon Knight, did you call to

s my face. I remembered wha

back down. "Come home," I ordered. "Now

enge on me?" I sneered. "Look at what you've done! I l

I thought she was scared

re was no fear in it. Only exhaus

rst time. "Your endorsements, your image, your me

coming ba

see you

re I could even

till pressed to my ear

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tning, turning my rage into a s

an anniversary? Because I went to see Isa

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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.”