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Chapter 13
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2026-07-25 04:34:31
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Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 111
Tabitha’s POV N-O-R-A. It was stupid. Bradley had tossed the name out in his truck while chewing on a burger, acting all casual, but the damn thing had set up camp in my head and refused to leave. Nora Dawson. Nora Norwood.Neither sounded completely real yet, but neither sounded like a tragedy, either.“Why are you looking at that paper like it just handed you a million bucks?”I jumped, nearly snapping the graphite.Ava was leaning against the dining table, mug in hand, squinting down at me with her eagle eyes. I slammed the sketchbook shut so hard.“I’m not,” I lied, clearing my throat and grabbing the lighting catalog. “I’m looking at chandeliers. For the front counter.”“Tabby, you had the dopiest grin on your face. You looked like you were in a commercial for fabric softener.” Ava set her mug down and made a grab for the book. “Give it here.”“Ava, no! Get your hands off!”“What are you hiding? Did you draw a cartoon of me? Are you secretly writing fanfiction?” She lunged, sna
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Author’s POVBy eight in the morning, Rachelle’s face was on every screen from Manhattan to Toronto.She had timed it like a military drop.The studio cameras had caught every deliberate flicker of pain. She had worn that cream knit dress, kept her makeup almost bare, and sat in that plush armchair looking like a woman who had bled in private while the world called her a villain."Bradley and I were kids together," she had told Julianne, her voice cracking with just enough sorrow to make the host lean forward. "Our families shared summers in Maine. When his grandfather passed and... and those legal conditions were put into place... I had to respect his choice. I never wanted to hurt Tabitha. I only ever wanted the people I love to be safe."God, I was brilliant, Rachelle thought, curled up on her sectional with an iced latte, refreshing her tablet every thirty seconds.She hadn't uttered a single word about Victor.She hadn't mentioned paying fifty grand to scrub servers or leaking Ta
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 109
Tabitha’s POVI spotted him the second the elevator doors slid open on the third floor.Bradley was sitting in the corner of the obstetrics waiting room, looking so out of place among the pastel wallpaper and pamphlets on infant latching.I stopped in front of his chair, leaning slightly to ease the ache in my lower back, biting the inside of my cheek to kill a smirk."Are you nervous?" I asked.Bradley jerked his head up, his dark eyes instantly locking onto mine before sweeping down to my belly. He stood up fast and smoothed down the front of his jacket."No," he grunted.His knee gave another twitch.I tilted my head, looking down at his boots, then back to his face. "Right. Of course not. That's why you're vibrating hard enough to trigger a seismic alert."A faint, sheepish color crept up his neck. "Just making sure we weren't late.""We're twenty minutes early, Bradley.""Early is on time," he muttered, though the tense line of his mouth softened as he reached out, hovering a lar
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 108
Bradley’s POV"You need hobbies, Brad. Or friends. Or maybe a goldfish," Natalie announced, leaning against my kitchen island while balancing a spoon on the tip of her nose. "Because watching you wander around this house like a haunted Victorian ghost is giving me seasonal depression."I paused with my coffee mug halfway to my mouth, giving her a flat look. "I have plenty of friends, Natalie. I have an entire locker room full of teammates. And I have a job.""Teammates don't count, that's just coworker Stockholm syndrome," she shot back, fixing me with that terrifying eleven-year-old stare that saw right through my skull. "And working out until your eyeballs bleed isn't a social life. You spend eighty percent of your evening staring at your phone waiting for Tabby to text you back. It's tragic."My stomach gave an uncomfortable twist. "Have you been discussing my pathetic personal life on your little fan account again?"Natalie immediately found the pattern on the floor tiles fascinat
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 107
Author’s POV Ava spent twenty minutes convincing her bathroom mirror that this was purely an investigative exercise.“Field research,” she muttered, adjusting the collar of an emerald-green silk blouse beneath her charcoal blazer. “You are assessing behavioral patterns. You are determining whether Julian Darlington is actually an intriguing human being or if you’ve just developed a Pavlovian response to high-end carbohydrate delivery.”She dabbed a touch of berry gloss on her lips, cursed herself for checking her hair three times, and grabbed her clutch.Naturally, Darlington noticed the effort the second she slid into the leather passenger seat of his coupe.He didn’t make a scene about it while navigating through the downtown traffic, nor when he crammed his low-slung car into an impossibly narrow spot beside a loading bay with his usual infuriating nonchalance.He waited until they were tucked into a quiet booth at a candlelit French bistro, halfway through a plate of seared scal
Divorced by the Hockey Captain Chapter 106
Tabitha’s POV I stood in my hallway, staring down into the little white paper bag Bradley had practically shoved into my stomach.Peeking out from the pastel tissue paper was a tiny, heather-gray cotton sleeve.I looked up at him. He was hovering on my doormat, massive shoulders filling the frame, canvas jacket still smelling like cold autumn wind, looking entirely too proud of himself.“You went shopping for a baby?” I asked, my voice dry.“I can buy clothes, Tabby,” he grunted, reaching down to unlace his boots. “I have credit cards. It was on sale.”“On sale,” I repeated, pulling the tiny garment from the tissue. I held it up between two fingers. Right across the chest was a cartoon illustration of a crossed pair of vintage hockey sticks beneath the words ROOKIE OF THE YEAR.I leveled a deadpan stare at his face. “You bought a onesie with a hockey stick on it.”“It’s tasteful.”“It’s ridiculous, Bradley.”“You haven’t even seen the back,” he countered, crossing his arms with an o
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