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SILENCE BETWEEN THEM AND TONS OF VOICEMAIL

Author: ABY
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-24 01:49:58

Olivia's Pov

No reporters outside today. No calls from the arena. No knock from Maya. Just the hum of the refrigerator and silence.

I should have felt relief.

Instead, it felt like the kind of silence you only get after a funeral.

I’d spent the night staring at the ceiling, watching the light shift from black to gray to gold. When morning came, I made coffee I didn’t drink and stared at the mug until it went cold.

My phone sat face-down on the table. It hadn’t stopped buzzing since sunrise. I didn’t need to check the screen to know whose name was flashing again and again.

Xander.

I turned it over anyway.

Fifty-seven missed calls.

And five new voicemails.

The first time it rang, I almost answered. The second time, I turned the phone off. By the tenth, I stopped pretending it didn’t hurt.

Maya had texted once: “Please eat something.”

I hadn’t replied.

I told myself ignoring him was mercy. For him. For me. For the ruin we’d become.

But every time his name lit up the screen, my chest pu
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  • OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER    CASSANDRA'S DRASTIC MOVE

    Olivia’s POVXander was still asleep on the couch, half-covered with the blanket I’d tucked around him sometime before dawn. His face looked softer in the gray light, the exhaustion eased for once. But something inside me couldn’t rest.My phone buzzed from the kitchen counter, an endless stream of notifications I’d been ignoring since last night. My name was trending again. I didn’t have to look to know it wasn’t good.I reached for it anyway.The first headline froze my breath. BREAKING: OLIVIA CARTER UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR FINANCIAL MISCONDUCT — SOURCES CLAIM EMBEZZLEMENT FROM TEAM FUNDSMy stomach dropped.No.I scrolled through the article, my pulse pounding in my ears. Words blurred together — forged invoices, unauthorized wire transfers, misappropriation of team assets. And attached were photos of “documents,” signed with my name, stamped with fake company seals.Except they looked real. Too real.My fingers went numb.This was Cassandra’s work. It had to be.The sound of Xa

  • OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER    A GLIMMER OF HOPE

    Xander’s POVThe whiskey burns on the way down.It’s not the first glass tonight. Or the second. Probably not even the third. The bartender stopped counting an hour ago, now he just refills when I lift my hand.The bar’s half-empty, a graveyard of neon lights and forgotten laughter. Music hums low from a corner speaker, some old song about love that didn’t survive the night.Fitting.I swirl the glass, watching the ice melt. My reflection stares back, hollow eyes, bruised pride, and the kind of exhaustion that no amount of sleep fixes. The kind that starts in your chest and eats its way out.“Another?” the bartender asks quietly.I nod. He pours without a word.When you’ve been publicly humiliated, betrayed by your own silence, and turned into the headline of every sports site in North America, the world stops looking you in the eye.Everyone knows. Everyone saw.The forbidden affair. The mother. The betrayal.I down another swallow, my throat raw. The liquid does nothing to blur the

  • OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER    SECRET MEETING

    Olivia’s POVI shouldn’t have come.I’d told myself that ten times already, standing beside my car with my keys digging into my palm, heart pounding so loud I swore the sound would carry through the cold night.He texted me only two words.We need to talk.After everything—after the press conference, the scandal, the silence, I thought I’d never hear from him again. But here I was, waiting in a half-empty parking lot behind the old arena, headlights cutting through the drizzle. The sound of tires rolling over wet asphalt made me look up.His car pulled in. He parked across from me, engine running for a moment before shutting it off. The headlights died, leaving just the harsh glow of the streetlamps.Ethan stepped out.Even from a distance, he looked different. Not angry. Not cold. Just… tired. Like someone who hadn’t slept in weeks but still forced himself to keep going. My baby boy.He walked slowly toward me, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his jaw set.“Olivia.” His voice

  • OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER    ETHAN'S GROWING DOUBTS

    Ethan’s POVPR banners lined the hallway, all polished logos and forced smiles.I’d spent my whole career doing interviews, but this one turned my stomach.The league rep met me at the elevator. “Thanks for coming, Ethan. Keep it short, stay calm, and remember that you represent the team.”“Right,” I muttered. “Because we’ve all done a great job at that lately.”He didn’t laugh.The press room was smaller than I expected, soft lighting, two chairs, one camera, a reporter sitting behind a table of notes.But what made my stomach twist was the woman already seated in the opposite chair.Cassandra.She looked perfect, as always. A neat white suit, glossy hair, and that smile that made people forget the claws behind it.“Ethan,” she said smoothly, rising to greet me. “I didn’t think you’d actually show.”“Guess I ran out of ways to avoid the circus,” I replied.Her smile didn’t move. “At least you still have your sense of humor.”The reporter gestured for us to sit. “We’re rolling in five

  • OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER    ETHAN'S FURY AT THE TRUTH

    Ethan’s POVThe locker room was too quiet for a room full of men.Only the sound of the TV filled the space—Olivia’s voice, calm and steady, coming through the speakers like it was echoing from another world.Most of the guys were standing, arms folded, faces pale under the harsh light. The broadcast had started only minutes ago, but it felt like an hour.On-screen, she stood behind the podium, eyes shining. “I did fall in love with him,” she said.The words hit like a slap.Someone muttered, “Holy hell,” under his breath. Another turned the volume down a notch.But it was too late. The words were already burning through my chest.I was frozen in place, staring at the screen, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear her next sentence.She didn’t deny it. She didn’t hide it. She just—said it.Like it was noble. Like she was proud.Coach Miller was off to the side, arms crossed, his jaw tight.When the broadcast cut to reporters shouting questions, I grabbed the remote and shut it of

  • OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER    OLIVIA FINALLY SPEAKS OUT

    Olivia’s POVFor weeks I’d been hiding from it, from the world, from the truth everyone thought they already knew. But today, I couldn’t hide anymore.My phone buzzed again, another notification, more lies, more noise. I turned it face down and took a deep breath.Maya’s voice echoed in my head: Don’t let her write your story for you.So I picked up the phone and made the call.“Clara?” My voice was barely above a whisper.There was a pause on the other end before a familiar tone answered. “Olivia? My God, I didn’t think you’d ever call me back.”“I’m ready,” I said.“For what?”“To speak.”The silence that followed was short, but heavy. “You’re sure about this? Once you step in front of those cameras, there’s no going back.”“I’m already gone,” I said quietly. “This is the only thing left to do.”Clara sighed. “Alright. Media Center, two o’clock. I’ll make the arrangements. And Olivia....”“Yeah?”“Be brave.”By the time I hung up, my hands were shaking.I hadn’t been brave in a long

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