His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet

“MARCO!”Lines etched clearly across his handsome face. "Don't shout like an uneducated person, Hazel."His voice was flat, a stark contrast to the storm tearing at my chest. "Why are you being so dramatic? You should have known this would happen sooner or later."I stared at him, my chest heaving. My studio apartment was already cramped, and now it felt even more suffocating."How was I supposed to know?" I hissed, my voice trembling, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "How was I supposed to know my boyfriend was marrying another woman while he was still sleeping in my bed?!"Marco sighed. "I was going to tell you—""Get out," I pleaded, pointing at the door with a trembling hand. Marco didn't budge. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest, staring at me like I was a child having a tantrum. "Can we talk about this properly like two adults? I really don't understand why you're so dissatisfied."He took a step forward, and my instincts made me back away until

A stiff breath caught in my throat. Hearing Marco’s name spoken from her lips with that tone of ownership made my world spin. I slapped her hand away more roughly this time. "No. It's a family event. Why would an outsider attend something like that?"“Hazel!” My mom snarled.I look at her, hoping she'd realize I was also asking her to stop acting like Cassandra is still her daughter. Seeing Cassandra's pale face and Ashley's teary eyes, made my mom's expression harden. I turned and half-ran toward the exit. I needed air.Feverish footsteps echoed behind me. I had just touched the glass lobby door when my mother grabbed my shoulder and spun me around forcefully."What was that attitude?" my mother hissed sharply. “How many times do I have to remind you that you must always be polite to the Sinclaires? They raised you, gave you the best education, and let you live without lacking anything.”"I just refused dinner, Mom."“Don’t play words with me!” she snapped. “Mom, aren't you curiou

Ugh…The world tipped, just slightly at first, then all at once.A sharp wave of dizziness slammed into me, heavy and suffocating. I swallowed the groan that clawed up my throat. My vision dimmed for a moment, and the sounds around me blurred into a long, piercing ringing.I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the pain would pass. Was it because I was falling too fast? Or had my body finally given up?"Hazel? Where does it hurt?" Jonah's voice was soft, but there was a palpable sense of panic.He took my hand, and I could feel his fingers jerk slightly. "Your hand is freezing. We need to go to the hospital. Now. I’m not taking any chances.""No,"The word came out weaker than I intended. I took a slow breath, fighting the nausea creeping up my throat."I’m just tired," I said. "Work was… a lot today."A pause."And I still have something to deal with."Marco was still there. He stood straight with a gaze that demanded an explanation. His bluish-grey eyes glinted, tracing every inch of my pr

My head jerked to the side so hard that I almost lost my balance. A searing heat spread across my face in an instant. I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I held my cheek, feeling a throbbing pain there, then looked her straight in the eye. Laura Marten. A woman with platinum hair and oversized sunglasses. The sharp line from her nose to her jaw was strikingly clear, unnervingly familiar. Through her oversized sunglasses, I could see myself in them. Was it my face? Did I just look like someone who enjoyed being stepped on? This mother-son duo treated me like a stray dog, thinking they could whistle me into a cage whenever they pleased. Anyway, her uncanny resemblance to her son, whether in physical appearance or personality, really… made my stomach churn. "What's with those eyes?" She spat. "Look down." Indeed, my relationship with Marco was a closely guarded secret, but a mother's instincts clearly couldn't be fooled. Laura had known about it for a yea

The thick doors of the ice rink slammed shut, but the echo of the man's words still ricocheted wildly through Marco's head.A stranger.Marco froze on the ice, heat radiating from his thickly gloved fists."Captain?" A defender on his team tapped him skeptically on the shoulder. "What the hell was that? Why is Chef Quinn—”"Back off," Marco growled, his voice low and dangerous."Captain… what's wrong?""I said back off, you bastard!" Marco snapped. shoving him hard enough to send the bigger man stumbling.Ignoring the gasps from his shocked teammates, Marco darted toward the exit at reckless speed. His blood boiled, as if melting the ice beneath his boots.He had to get to the parking lot. He had to snatch Hazel from that bastard's embrace before he took her any further.He took off his helmet and slammed it roughly against the locker as he stepped out of the ring. His hands were shaking now, but he barely noticed. Clearly, two images were ramming and harassing him mercilessly in his