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Anthony’s POV “Anthony…”“I’m serious,” I cut in. “This isn’t a few gossip columns anymore. This is my name, my career, everything I’ve worked for since I was a kid. And when this lawsuit goes public, the headlines will be brutal. They’ll pick apart my condition, my medical history, my partnership with Celeste, and when they’re done with me, they’ll go after you.”She didn’t even flinch. “I don’t care,” she said simply. “Let them talk.”Her words hung there, quiet and steady, like a vow.I stared at her, really stared, this small, stubborn woman standing her ground in front of me, ready to weather a storm that wasn’t even hers. My throat tightened, the words I wanted to say tangling somewhere between guilt and awe. “Sam… this isn’t your fight.”She crossed her arms, chin lifting in challenge. “Then make me believe that.”A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. That was so her. Always calling my bluff, always refusing to back down, even when she should. The same stubbor
SHATTERED ICE:One rink, bound by betrayal 110.
Anthony’s POVSamantha’s lips parted, but no words came. I could see the question forming before she spoke it; the hesitation, the unease, the fear of being wrong but the greater fear of being right. She looked at me like someone afraid to touch a wound they couldn’t see. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag before she finally found her voice.She hesitated before speaking, her hands fidgeting at her sides, eyes darting between me and the floor. The air between us was tight, too tight, filled with everything neither of us wanted to say.“Anthony,” she began softly, her tone almost pleading. “Before I ask you anything, I need you to understand something.”I turned my head slightly, waiting. “What?”She took a breath, like she needed to gather courage first. “I’m going to ask you some questions. Not because I’m accusing you, or because I think the rumors are true… I just…” She exhaled shakily. “I need to know what really happened. For both of us.”Her words were calm, but
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Anthony’s POVThe smell of waxed floors and cold air filled the changing room, that familiar blend of chlorine, polish, and the faint sting of menthol from someone’s forgotten balm. It was quiet except for the faint drip of water from the ceiling pipe and the sound of my own heartbeat hammering against my ribs. The metal bench under me felt colder than it should’ve been. Maybe it was just me. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I stood up.The door creaked open, and the echo of soft footsteps followed. Samantha’s reflection appeared in the mirror across from me before she did, her hair still damp from training, pulled into a messy bun, her warm-up jacket half-zipped. She looked tired. Not the kind of tired that came from skating for hours, but the kind that sat behind the eyes, the kind that came from worry. I didn’t know if it was about me, or if she was still shaken by her encounter with Logan during the press conference. The thought alone made my jaw tighten that I wanted to now
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Anthony's POVMy throat tightened, irritation and fear twisting together into something raw. “I didn’t drop her,” I said, slower this time, like repeating it could make reality remember its place. “That lift? We’ve done it hundreds of times. She turned her blade too early to change the routine. She panicked.”Cole jerked forward like his body couldn’t sit still anymore. “Okay but… there has to be someone who saw. A witness.” His hand sliced the air. “One of the coaches, staff, anybody. Someone who can back this up.”For a second, hope flared in the room, thin, fragile, like a match in wind. I felt it, too. Because if someone else had seen the angle of her blade, the timing of her rotation…It wouldn’t just be my word. I wouldn’t have to stand alone against her narrative.But then Isaac exhaled slowly, the kind of sound that shut doors. “Most of the staff were prepping the ice on the other rink. It was a closed session. You know that.”That hope fizzled, shrank, folded into something t
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Anthony’s POV“I didn’t hesitate,” I said again, slower this time, voice low and shaking with anger I barely kept caged. “She shifted too soon. Her blade wasn’t anchored. I felt it. I reacted. I tried to catch her.”“And yet she fell,” Marlin replied softly, almost gently. He wasn’t accusing me. He didn’t have to. The paperwork on that table was doing it for him.A thick silence settled like smoke.My nails dug into the arm of the chair. “She knows the truth.” I muttered.A bitter laugh bubbled in my chest, but it tasted like grief. “We trained together for years. She knows how I skate. She knows I don’t… I wouldn’t … do something like this.”Cole rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s desperate, man. Or angry. Maybe both. But going after your sight? That’s not a normal claim. That’s personal.”I swallowed, and it hurt. My vision, the one thing I worked every damn day to protect. Eye tests, supplements, rest schedules, specialists, everything to make sure a my condition never came back t
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Anthony’s POVIf silence could bleed, the room would’ve been red, dripping down the walls, pooling around our feet, staining everything it touched.I sat at the head of the conference table, sleeves rolled to my elbows, tie loose because what was the point? Pressure was already tightening around my neck like hands I couldn’t peel off.The blinds were half-drawn. Thin strips of afternoon light sliced across the glass table, landing on polished wood and chrome like this room wanted to pretend today was normal. Like it wanted to lie to us.But nothing about this was normal.Cole sat to my right, one leg bouncing like he was trying to shake the anxiety off him and send it into the floor. His fingers tapped on the side of his water bottle, too fast, too uneven. He only did that when things were really bad.Isaac sat across from him. Phone face-down. Jaw tight. His eyes were sharper than I’d seen in months, not angry, not exactly worried, but focused in a way that meant: If we don’t handle
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