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Chapter 118
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2026-11-02 21:47:21
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Tabitha’s POVFor the first time in what felt like a hundred years, I woke up to an alarm and didn't immediately feel like throwing up from sheer dread.The morning sun was cutting clean through the blinds of my brownstone, lighting up the kitchen table where my fabric swatches, brass samples, and floor plans were neatly arranged in beautiful little stacks. I had my coffee—decaf, unfortunately, but hot—and spent two solid hours putting the finishing touches on the cafe proposal for Clara.I even called Mrs. Gable at the elementary school to check on Yoshua. She told me he had worn his purple superhero cape through three whole periods yesterday and had proudly informed his reading group that "Miss Dawson is building the coolest coffee place in the universe."A ridiculous, soft grin stayed plastered on my face for twenty minutes after I hung up.I'm doing okay, I thought, resting a hand over the round, curve of my belly, feeling that familiar, steady little flutter beneath my ribs. I’m
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 124
Author’s POVAva hadn't even taken off her coat after dropping Tabitha off when her buzzer went off.She dragged herself over to the intercom, ready to curse out whichever courier had the nerve to ring her apartment at nearly nine at night."Counselor," Darlington's voice crackled through the speaker, missing its usual playful edge. "Come downstairs. Walk with me."Ava frowned, leaning against the wall. "Darlington, my feet feel like they've been beaten with a hammer, and I just spent six hours helping settle an eleven-year-old with a broken tibia. What's going on?""Please," he said simply.It was only one word, but something in his strained, unsteady voice made her stomach drop."Give me two minutes," she sighed.When she pushed through the glass lobby doors, Darlington was waiting by the curb. His charcoal coat was buttoned up to his chin against the freezing wind, his hands buried in his pockets. He paced three tight steps in one direction before turning back again. He looked like
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 123
Bradley’s POV “If you ask that poor doctor one more time about the difference between slight swelling and catastrophic tissue necrosis, Brad, I am going to swallow this thermometer whole.”Natalie sat on the edge of the examination bed, fully dressed in an oversized gray hoodie and black sweatpants, her purple fiberglass leg cast propped up on a foam wedge.I ignored her, keeping my eyes glued to Dr. Alvarez’s clipboard.“What about stairs?” I pressed, pen poised over the back of an envelope. “Our bedrooms are on the second floor. If she uses crutches, what’s the risk of secondary hairline fractures in the tibia? And the blood thinners—do they interact with ibuprofen if she gets a migraine from reading?”Dr. Alvarez chuckled softly, tucking the pen into his lab coat pocket. “Mr. Norwood, she’s an eleven-year-old with a healing fracture, not a Fabergé egg. Keep the cast dry, give the pain meds on schedule, and bring her in next Tuesday for follow-up X-rays. She’s ready to go home.”“
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 122
Author’s POV Darlington could not pull his eyes away from that frayed piece of leather if a gun were pressed to his temple.It was thin, cracked, and digging tight into the pale skin of Natalie’s wrist, clearly outgrown years ago. But it was the charm woven into the center knot that made the room tilt.A tiny custom-cast silver bead. An anchor crossed with an ivy leaf—the crest of the de Clare family’s summer estate outside Normandy.No, his brain screamed, the pulse thumping hard behind his ears. No. It’s a coincidence. A cheap knockoff. An antique stall trinket.Except it wasn’t.His grandfather had commissioned four of them in the nineties. One for Darlington’s mother, one for his aunt, one for him, and one tiny custom miniature fastened around the ankle of an eight-month-old baby girl named Clara before she was taken from her crib in the dead of winter.Darlington’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers twitched toward the girl’s wrist, desperate to touch the tarnished metal,
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Tabitha’s POV The plastic handle of the bakery bag dug into my palm, but I didn’t care.I pushed through the glass doors of Saint Jude’s at seven in the morning, holding a large paper cup of dark roast in one hand and a canvas tote packed with clean clothes, wet wipes, and two sketchbooks for Natalie in the other.When I slipped into Room 412, the sight waiting for me made my chest squeeze with a stubborn ache.Bradley was still in the same clothes from yesterday. His gray hoodie was rumpled, his dark hair sticking up like he’d been running his hands through it all night, and the purple bruises of exhaustion under his eyes looked deep. He was hunched forward on that hard vinyl chair, rubbing his forehead with both thumbs.“Bradley,” I said softly, stepping inside.He jerked his head up, blinking hard against the morning light. The second his eyes found mine, the tight line of his shoulders dropped a little.“Tabby,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re here early.”“Someone had to make
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 120
Bradley’s POV I had spent two straight hours arguing with Marcus over the phone before the sun was even fully up.“I don’t give a damn about the HOA rules on the gates, Marcus,” I said, pacing the narrow space between Natalie’s hospital bed and the window. “I want two uniformed guards at the private entrance of the estate around the clock, and a private van with dark windows waiting at the Saint Jude’s ambulance bay the second the doctors sign her discharge papers.”“Brad, the press has already backed off since the hit-and-run driver was charged,” Marcus sighed. “You’re turning your house into a fortress.”“Good. Build a moat next,” I said, and hung up before he could start another lecture about money.“You’re pacing like a caged bear, Brad. It’s giving me motion sickness.”I turned around.Natalie sat propped against three pillows, her left leg in a big purple cast, arms crossed over her hospital gown. She glared at the plastic nightstand where I had put her laptop out of reach on
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