LOGINThat weekend, Daniel took the kids and me to visit a century-old boxing museum in town.As we walked down a path covered in fallen leaves, he suddenly turned to me. "Yvette, the school is planning to launch a program combining adaptive boxing and neurological rehabilitation. You'll be in charge of the program. Your name will be the only one attached to it."He looked me in the eyes, his voice gentle but firm. "Would you be willing to take it on?""I'd love to," I said.Jonathan eventually flew back home, leaving the deed to my family home behind.News from back home occasionally popped up on my phone.He finally accepted Amber's demanding divorce terms. He gave her half of what little property he had left and took all the public backlash and penalties upon himself.I heard that Amber sneered at him outside the courthouse, saying that she'd never forgive him and me for the rest of her life.Meanwhile, Southern Cross Adaptive Sports Academy was preparing for its inaugural Childre
Jonathan had lost a lot of weight and looked completely worn down.He stood outside the school gates in the biting cold, staring straight at me from across the street. His eyes slowly reddened.Just then, Daniel Warren came out of the school. He was the director of the adaptive sports academy and the one who had posted my bail.We had known each other for years.Back when Jonathan was paralyzed, I had reached out to Daniel to get his opinion on Jonathan's case.After that, I regularly sent him my progress journals and training plans. When the news about the celebration party broke online, he was the one who reached out to me.Daniel took hold of Alexia's wheelchair and then took my heavy canvas bag of rehab notes from me.He didn't ask who the broken man standing across the street was. He simply stood beside me, keeping a respectful distance.Jonathan's gaze fell on Daniel's hand holding my bag, and his face turned pale. He walked up to me and held out the deed with my name on
Amber refused to give my family home back and doubled down with outrageous demands.She wanted half of everything Jonathan had earned over the years, including his prize money, endorsement deals, and real estate."I helped you rebuild your career, took care of everything behind the scenes, and did everything a wife was supposed to do."You gave me that house for my birthday and bought me the other properties and cars willingly. Why should I give any of them back? I deserve to be compensated for everything I've done."Amber's tone was utterly self-righteous.For the first time, Jonathan refused to back down. "That money and those assets were meant for Yvette from the beginning."His voice was cold. "They're what I owe her for the eight years she sacrificed for me. Don't you dare touch a single cent."His words completely set Amber off. She dropped all pretense."Who are you trying to fool with this devotion act now?" She sneered."You're the one who hurt Yvette the most, not me
The next day, I got an international call from Kate Chapman, a former coworker back home."Yvette, you won't believe this," she whispered, her voice tight with shock. "Jonathan pulled every string he had to investigate Amber. And he found out everything that happened to you before wasn't a coincidence at all."I held the phone, looking out at the sunlit sky over the unfamiliar city."Really?" I replied calmly. "He's probably regretting it now."Kate sighed. "Regretting it? That's an understatement. His hands were shaking when he got the evidence."According to her, my former landlord had handed over bank transfer records showing Amber had paid him to evict me, along with screenshots of messages from Amber's assistant. The nurse at the hospital had eventually cracked under pressure and confessed everything.On top of that, Amber had pretended to be a member of Jonathan's team and spread rumors that I was a mentally unstable stalker. She was the one who'd ordered security to drag m
The plane landed, and I stepped into the chilly air of an unfamiliar city.Ms. Phoebe Miller, the coordinator from the adaptive sports academy, was already waiting at the airport. She didn't ask about my injured arm or say anything about the rumors that had been blowing up online. Instead, she simply took my suitcase and gave me a warm smile."Coach Sloan, the kids have been waiting for you."The school overseas had covered my bail, and their lawyer had escorted me all the way to the airport.I was taken straight to the classroom, where more than a dozen children in wheelchairs or braces were already waiting.Alexia Curtis, who sat in the front row, had a congenital spinal condition that left her unable to stand.She couldn't engage her core properly. After missing the training mitts several times in a row, she threw off her gloves in frustration."What's the point of learning any of this if I can't even stand in a real ring?" Her voice cracked with despair. "We're not even norm
Limping into the exhibition match's partner hospital with my swollen ankle, I handed over my ID at the front desk.The nurse typed a few things into the computer, and her expression instantly hardened. She shoved my ID back and said coldly, "Sorry, Ms. Sloan. We can't treat you here."I froze. Blood from my elbow had already soaked through half my sleeve.The nurse stared at me without expression and pressed the call button on her desk. Within seconds, two security guards grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the emergency room.I sat down beside a flower bed, my hands shaking as I pulled out my phone and called Jonathan.It rang for a long time before someone finally answered."Hello?"But it was Amber. She had put me on speaker, and I could hear reporters talking in the background."Yvette, you know I'm Jonathan's wife. Why do you keep calling him and harassing him?" She deliberately raised her voice so everyone nearby could hear.My knuckles turned white as I gripped







