The Arrogant Captain's Regret: Chasing My Ex-Wife

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ouse while the taxi sped toward the airport, I hesit

oice came through the

ust smashed all the toys in his room! He's throwing a huge

, my voice so calm i

Boston. Ca

used, stamme

team's PR manager said Sir isn't avai

Candice and Jaiden in the VIP

" I said coldly. "Put the d

efore she c

yant's private number. The automated system rang

es, the cold mechanical tone cut me off,

way, a voice message popped up on the

hrill, demanding voice bl

mmy Candice to fly back to Boston w

t, triumphant giggle, followed by B

Go bu

t a trace of guilt felt like a heavy hammer smashing

h down the rising nausea in my throat. My trembling hand slipped

, blurry gestational sac under the dim passing stre

both hands and tore it in half without hesitation.

again until the paper that held the last hope of

roared into the car. I opened my palm and let the gale

olled to the bottom of my contacts, and dialed Arthu

up on the

ional voice came through. "It's pa

wstorm outside,

an uncontested divorce agre

hat the famously obedient NHL superstar's wife w

nds regarding marit

pausing. "I don't want a single cent of his mo

a deep breath

t. I am voluntarily giving up all custody an

harp breath on the o

n in a high-net-worth divorce means cutting off

y flat belly, a cold, moc

said. "I want to erase every tra

drafts ready by tomorrow afternoon. You should pr

mooth stop outside the departure hall of

brightly lit terminal, heading straight to the ticketing

erhead TV screen. A sports entertainment channel was airing blurry pa

ield the woman in his arms from the cameras. Even without s

watching a complete stranger

I stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on my coat, and wal