MasukXander’s POVFor a long moment, we just stared at each other.No noise, no movement, only the faint tick of the clock on the wall and the quiet sound of both our breathing.Ethan looked like he wanted to say a hundred things and didn’t know where to start.I waited. I’d give him all the time in the world to flush out this bad blood between us. Finally, he spoke.“You know what hurts the most?” he asked. “It’s not what you did. It’s that you never told me. Not once. Even when I asked you several times if there was something going on in your life.”I swallowed. “Would it have changed anything?”“Yeah,” he said, sharp and certain. “It would’ve given me a choice. To walk away, to yell, to forgive, anything. But you took that from me. You decided for both of us. You both basically played me and left me in the dark.”He wasn’t yelling. He didn’t need to. His tone hit harder than any punch could.I leaned back, guilt twisting in my chest. “You’re right. I did.”He paced slowly across the ro
Xander’s POVI went home after giving my statement to the police and making sure that Olivia was safe from harm in her home.The knock came just past noon.I wasn’t expecting anyone.The place was quiet, too quiet, only the soft hum of the heater and the city noise seeping through the blinds. I’d barely slept. My knuckles still ached from punching the wall last night, after everything that went down with Cassandra.When I opened the door, Ethan was standing there. I was shocked to see him on my doorstep. He looked tired, really tired, but there was something sharper in his eyes now. A kind of peace I hadn’t seen in months and he doesn't look angry at me like he usually does. “Can I come in?” he asked.I stepped aside. “You already are.”He walked past me, his gaze sweeping the room, he had being here multiple times, when he was my best friend and now as my supposed enemy. Neither of us said anything at first.It was strange, having him here, no reporters following him to see a figh
The door slammed against the wall, hard enough to make me flinch.Xander stumbled back as the wind shoved through, carrying the smell of rain and floral perfume. Cassandra stood there.Her hair was soaked, sticking to her face, mascara running down her cheeks. Her coat hung half open, and in her hand was something small and silver, glinting under the hall light.A knife.“Close the door,” Xander said quietly, stepping forward, his arm instinctively in front of me.She laughed — a cold, broken sound. “Oh, don’t bother, Xander. I’m not here to run.”My heart hammered. “Cassandra, what are you doing?”“What does it look like?” she hissed, stepping inside. “You think you can ruin me? You think your little golden boy can stand there and call me a liar on live TV and I’ll just disappear?”“Put the knife down,” Xander said again, voice calm but tight.“Don’t tell me what to do!” she snapped. “You....” she jabbed the blade toward him, trembling .... “you betrayed me first. All those months p
Olivia’s POVThe TV light flickered across the living room, I couldn't believe Ethan did that. My son defended his mother on National TV. I didn’t move.Couldn’t.Xander sat beside me on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed slightly. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the screen like he was afraid to blink. He came to see me this evening, because according to him , now that he knew my new place, he couldn't stay away. And with all sincerity I don't want him through. We've been through so much already we deserve this.“He did it,” I whispered.Xander nodded slowly. “Yeah. He really did.”The press conference was replaying now, clips cutting between Ethan’s face and the headlines already spinning online. Ethan Carter Defends His Mother. The Truth Behind Cassandra’s Lies.Each word hit me in waves — pride, disbelief, heartbreak.I didn’t realize I was shaking until Xander reached over and covered my hand with his. His touch was warm, grounding.“You should be proud,” he sai
ETHAN'S POVThe cameras were already waiting when I stepped out of the car.Flashes went off like lightning, blinding and relentless, bouncing off the black paint of the sedan and cutting through the winter air. Reporters shouted my name from behind the barricades, a hundred questions at once, their voices blurring into static.“Ethan, do you stand by your statement from last week?”“Are the allegations against your mother true?”“Do you still plan to play next season, or are you quitting?”I kept my head down, hands jammed into the pockets of my coat. The suit beneath it felt too tight, too formal, like armor I hadn’t earned. I’d spent all night rehearsing what I was going to say, rewriting, deleting, starting again. None of it felt right.But this morning, I stopped writing. I stopped hiding.Because this wasn’t about me anymore.This was about her.I walked toward the press table at the front of the conference room, the one the team had arranged at the last minute. The air was thic
Olivia's Pov A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts.My heart stumbled.For a moment, I didn’t move, afraid it was reporters or worse someone that wanted me dead. Then I crossed the room and opened the door.He stood there, rain-soaked, eyes tired, hands shoved into his pockets like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be here.“Ethan.”He didn’t speak. He just looked at me, really looked at me and I felt my breath catch.My baby boy looked older and drained. “Can I come in?” he asked finally, his voice low, rough around the edges.“Of course.”He stepped inside, leaving a trail of rainwater on the floor. I closed the door behind him, suddenly unsure what to say.The last time we’d been in an enclosed space, he’d been shouting and destroying things. I’d been crying.Now he was here, my baby boy was now in my home and I didn't know how to feel about it. “I heard what happened,” I said carefully. “At the rink.”He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “News travels fast.”“







