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He opened his mouth to speak but I silenced him with one gesture. I held up a hand between us before he could utter another lie. Then a broken laugh escaped my lips. Did he really take me for a fool? That I would take his contract, demean myself and my legacy for him? My fingers tightened around the pregnancy test. The future I’d dreamed about was still in my hand. But this? This was over. I lifted my chin and planted both feet firmly on the floor. “I don’t care what excuse you’ve prepared. I will not be giving you any more chances to destroy what we have left,” I said, bending to pick up the document from the bed. They stood in silence, watching as my hands held both sides of the document. And in one perfect motion. Tore it in half. Vanessa flinched and Brent’s jaw ticked. I should have seen all the signs from the beginning but I had loved him. Excused his silly behaviour and tantrums. No more. “I want a divorce,” I spat and Vanessa’s eyes darted to Brent for reassurance. I didn’t care. The silence stretched out like a vast ocean as my words dissolved into the air, making it heavy. Slowly, Brent began to laugh. I didn’t move. “You always know how to make everything harder than it needs to be, Helena.” He said, his voice filled with a spite I didn’t notice before. “You can tear up that document but there’s several more where that came from,” he sneered and I cocked my head to the side, hiding the pain in my heart. “I’ll tear them up one after the other but for now, you may as well get the hell out of my office. The last time I checked, you still worked for me as a player,” I spat and walked past him. He turned abruptly, a scoff on his lips. “Not anymore,” he said and I paused. “And what the hell does that mean?” I questioned, not facing him. “If you hadn’t been such an icy mess and let me finish, I would have told you that I already quit and joined the Icy bears” he mocked and I turned around swiftly. The blood drained from my face. “What?” The icy bears were the second biggest team in the world, led by a conglomerate. Brent really betrayed me through and through. “Y–you can’t do that. I didn’t sign off on it,” my voice was wavering but Brent was grinning proudly. “Vanessa already took care of that.” He said and to my horror, she walked to my desk reproducing a document with my signature. I snatched it, eyes skimming through it thoroughly. “That’s not my signature.” I frowned but Vanessa only chuckled. The innocent girl who I had once praised for her relentless work attitude, now different from what I knew her to be. A traitor. “It turns out it’s much easier to fabricate your signature than trick you into it.” He confessed and my head snapped up. My mind immediately connected the dots. Missing records,Altered guest lists,Suspicious accounts. Forged documents. This wasn’t sabotage anymore. It was fraud. “And I took a little something as my parting gift, I’m sure you don’t mind,” he mused, a muscle around my left eye twitched. A little something? As if years of work were a souvenir. As if my company existed for his convenience. Something inside me snapped. My hand connected with his face before I could stop it. My lips were trembling as the weight of his betrayal crashed into me like ice. “How fucking dare you?” disgust filled my throat. My years of hardwork. Our sweat. “After everything I’ve done for you. All the years of your constant belittling, trying to become the best for you. Trying to build a family for you—“ “And I never asked you to do any of those fucking things Elena.” He interrupted and I was taken aback. “What?” I questioned, perplexed. His eyes held malice. “Maybe if you’d spent less time obsessing over your dead wolves and more time acting like a wife— His words landed exactly where he intended. My fingers curled tighter around the pregnancy test hidden against my palm. The truth sat right there. One sentence away. I said nothing. Just watched the love I had for him crumbled to ash. “You failed at the most basic of things and now, I’m done with all of your bullshit,” He said and the jab hit me square at the center of my chest. For a moment I could only stare at him, realizing that he meant every word. “So stop pretending that you broke down the world for me when you couldn’t even give me something so simple,” he spat. “I suggest you go downstairs and tell whoever is left that there would be no game today,” he said, his head still turned. He thought this was over. But It wasn’t. Contracts could still be challenged. Forgeries could be proven. Accounts could be audited. “It’s nothing personal. I just found something better,” he said when I was close to the door. I scoffed but my voice was cracked now. I wanted to reverse all of this, tell him that I was pregnant but what good would that even do? My whole life was just upended in a matter of seconds. I slammed the door behind me, my body trembling with a grief unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Brent was my first player. The only one who had believed in me when I started up the team. My own husband. Weeks of planning, gone in a matter of minutes. My marriage of three years, destroyed. And somehow, beneath all of it, another impossible thought refused to leave me. Jarrett Brooks. Dead men weren’t supposed to walk into hockey arenas. I stood outside the office, trembling when my phone suddenly pinged. I ignored it until it became ferocious. I fished out my phone from my pocket and my eyes widened. “HOCKEY PROTÉGÉ HELENA CALLAHAN ACCUSED OF TEAM FRAUD LIKELY TO FACE LAWSUIT AND TEAM EXPULSION” “What the fuck?!” I shrieked in horror.Helena's pov The phone buzzed again in my hand before I could even breathe.I didn’t answer. I set it face-down on the tray table next to Maren’s photo. Jarett’s eyes tracked it. “Don’t,” he said in a voice so raw, it sounded like he’d been screaming. “I’m not,” I said. “I’m sitting here.”The ICU room was too bright and too white. The machines counting his heart like it might change its mind and stop. The black vein under his jaw hadn’t spread in the last hour.There was a scarf still tied around his hand. The fabric was soaked through in one spot, brown where his blood had dried. It wasn’t enough to hold him together, nothing was, except maybe me sitting here.The door opened and Dell came in first without any cuffs. The cop from the bridge stayed in the hallway, arms crossed.“You can’t be in here,” I said, standing up. “I can,” Dell said. “We're practically family.” He said it like a joke. Jarett’s grip tightened on mine. “Get out.”Dell looked at him, then at me. His sui
HELENA'S POVThe sirens got louder. Then they were right there, red and blue cutting through the gray morning, but they weren’t for us. Not yet. Two cops stepped out of the cruiser and behind them, in the passenger seat, cuffed, was Dell. His wrists were bound. His knuckles were raw and split. And the first place his eyes went wasn’t to the cops, or to me. It was to Jarett. He looked at him the way you look at a scoreboard while checking and counting. “What the hell did you do?” The words tore out of me before I realized I was standing. The rain hit me sideways and soaked straight through the hoodie. Dell didn’t answer. He just tilted his head, studying the black lines under Jarett’s skin like he was reading something I couldn’t see. One of the cops put a hand on my arm. “Ma’am, step back.” “Don’t touch me.” I jerked away and dropped to my knees again in the puddle. Jarett was heavier now. His breathing was shallow, wet, like he was drowning on dry land. “Jarett. Stay
HELENA'S POVI woke up that morning earlier than usual because the bed was too cold. That was the first thing I noticed. Jarett’s side was empty and it wasn’t warm. It wasn’t like he’d just gone to the bathroom. It was cold, like he hadn’t been there for hours. The time was 9:03 AM. The apartment was too quiet. The shower wasn't running and there was no sound of him in the kitchen trying to burn toast again. My stomach dropped before my brain could catch up. “Jarett?” My voice sounded too loud in the empty room. I pushed myself up and his pillow was flat. His hoodie was gone off the chair. His keys weren’t on the counter. And his phone was face down next to the sink. He never left his phone. Not even to take out the trash. I picked it up. No messages. No calls. The last thing in his search history was “old bridge river road”. The old bridge. 20 minutes out of town. The place the cops didn’t go. The black started creeping at the edges of my vision. Not from the injury. From f
Jarett's pov The arena was never supposed to be this quiet. I’d spent every night of the last four years in this building with the sound of sticks hitting boards and guys yelling and Helena’s voice cutting through it all. Now there was nothing. Just the low hum of the freezers under the ice and the sound of my boots on the concrete. The key in my pocket burned. It didn’t make sense. It was an old iron, so It should’ve been cold. But ever since Maren put it in my hand on the bridge, it hadn’t stopped feeling like I was holding a piece of coal. Debt was due. I told myself I wasn’t afraid as I pushed through the side door. The door clicked shut behind me and the sound was too loud in the empty hallway. It followed me down the corridor toward the locker rooms. Locker 17. That was us. That was where Dell left his tape everywhere and Mason had that stupid quote about heart taped inside his door. That was where Helena stood on the bench before every game and looked at all of us li
JARETT'S POVThe text was gone, deleted like if I made it disappear, the midnight deadline would too but It didn’t. My phone felt heavier in my bag and it felt like I was counting down. "I need you to come at midnight to the old bridge. Come alone, your debt is due from Maren."I looked up and Helena was still laughing with Dell. Her hair was damp from the celebration spray. The bruise was gone. The cut was gone. She looked like herself. Because of me. Because of what I owed now.“Jarett?” The coach threw a Gatorade bottle at me. I caught it on instinct. “Stop lurking and celebrate, kid. We just beat the number 2 team in the conference.”“Yeah,” I said. My voice sounded normal. “Yeah, we did.”The locker room smelled like sweat and victory and cheap champagne someone snuck in. Guys were yelling, music was too loud, Mason was trying to put Helena on his shoulders. She swatted him down, but she was smiling. Really smiling. The kind of smile I hadn’t seen in four days. This was why
JARETT'S POV For a second nothing happened. The black vial was empty in her hand. Helena’s throat worked as she swallowed the last of it. The air in the hospital room got heavier, like before a storm. The IV pump kept beeping, steadily and stupid and normal.Then she gasped. Her back arched. The glow from the potion went down her throat and spread under her skin. It moved like liquid light, down her neck, into her chest, into her arms. The bruise on her cheek that I’d been staring at for four days faded right in front of me. The cut on her lip closed and the color came back to her face.The monitor next to her beeped faster then it steadied. Her heart rate dropped back to normal. She stood up without the IV and without wobbling. She rolled her shoulders like she was testing them. She flexed her fingers, took a deep breath and didn’t cough. “Whoa,” she breathed. Relief hit me so hard my knees almost gave out. I had to grab the bed rail to stay up. She was okay....she was rea







