Breaking Up With The Hottest Man On Ice

Emma's POV Twenty-four hours felt like twenty-four years.I sat on my dorm room floor. Wet tissues were all around me. I had to make an impossible choice. The pregnancy test was on my desk next to Margaret's check. Both things seemed to be laughing at me. My phone kept making noise with Jake's sweet good morning messages. Each text felt like a knife going deeper into my chest.I could not ruin his life. I just could not.If I told Jake about the baby, I knew exactly what would happen. He would drop everything. His dreams, his career, his whole future. He would stay with me and raise our child. He would give up his NHL dreams without thinking twice. That was the kind of man he was. Good. Always thinking of others. Too good for his own good.But his mother was right about one thing. Jake was about to become great. Scouts were already calling him. They were ready to give him everything he had worked for his whole life. I had seen him on that ice. I had seen the pure happiness in his eye

Emma's POV I arrived at work that morning with my heart already racing.All night, I had stared at my phone screen. I kept reading and re-reading that text about my work shift at Pinnacle Sports Management. The same building where Jake Sullivan would be meeting with Portuguese business partners today. The same building where I would be scrubbing floors while the father of my child made business deals just floors above me.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face from the television screen. I heard his voice saying he needed a fresh start in Portugal. My Portugal.By 6 AM, I was already at the building. I was hoping to finish most of my work before Jake arrived. The lobby felt different today. There was tension in the air, like everyone knew something important was happening. Security guards stood at entrances I had never seen them guard before. Expensive cars were already lining the parking lot.I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the marble floor when I hear

Emma's POV I arrived at the Pinnacle Sports Management building at exactly 8:45 AM. Fifteen minutes early. Not too eager, not too late. Professional. My hands were shaking as I pressed the button for the executive floor. The elevator doors closed, and I caught my reflection in the polished metal. I looked terrified. "You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You need this job. Alex needs this job." The elevator opened with a soft ding. The executive floor was beautiful. Everything was glass and chrome and expensive-looking. My old cleaning cart used to look so out of place here. Now I was supposed to belong. "Emma!" A cheerful woman appeared from around the corner. She had perfect hair and a bright smile. "I'm Rachel from HR. Welcome to your first day!" Rachel showed me to a desk right outside Jake's office. His office. The place where I would spend every single day working for the man whose heart I had broken eight years ago. The man who had no idea who I really was. "Mr. Sulli

Emma's POV Café Azure was small and crowded. The kind of place where conversations got lost in the noise of coffee machines and clinking cups. I arrived at exactly noon. Sarah was already there, sitting at a corner table with a book. She looked up when I walked in and gave me a tiny nod. She was here. I wasn't alone. I scanned the café, looking for anyone suspicious. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. "Emma." A man stood up from a table near the window. He was tall with sandy brown hair and a friendly smile. He looked... familiar. "Liam?" I whispered. "You remember me." His smile got bigger. "I wasn't sure if you would. It's been what, ten years?" Liam Harris. We went to high school together. He was in my science class. We studied together a few times. He was nice. Quiet. A little awkward but sweet. I walked over to his table slowly. My legs felt like they might give out. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "How did you find me?" "Sit down," he said ge

Emma's POV I couldn't breathe. Jake met Alex. Jake met my son. Jake met HIS son. The text message stared back at me from my phone screen. *"We need to talk. Monday morning. First thing. Don't be late."* My hands were shaking so badly I dropped the phone. It clattered onto the kitchen floor. "No, no, no, no, no." I pressed my hands against my face. "This can't be happening. Not like this." I grabbed my phone and called the school. My fingers fumbled with the buttons. "Riverside Elementary, this is Principal Morrison speaking." "Hi, this is Emma Reed. Alex Reed's mother. I heard there was a special event this morning?" "Oh yes! It was wonderful. Jake Sullivan from Pinnacle Sports came to teach the children hockey techniques. The kids absolutely loved it. Your Alex was particularly impressive. Mr. Sullivan spent quite a bit of time working with him personally." My stomach dropped. "How much time?" "Oh, at least twenty minutes. He was very taken with Alex's natural talent. He ev