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Anthony’s POV The clinic was quiet when we arrived, tucked away from the main road, clean and discreet, exactly the kind of place Isaac trusted. No waiting room full of strangers. No curious eyes. Isaac’s friend, the doctor, was already waiting for us. He greeted Isaac with a nod and guided us straight into a private exam room without asking unnecessary questions.Samantha sat on the exam table, her posture straight, her hands clenched tightly in her lap like she was holding herself together by force alone. I stood nearby, trying not to hover, trying not to let my worry show too much even though it was crawling under my skin.“I am fine,” she said again, even as the doctor gently pressed around her ankle, his fingers careful but firm.She hissed before she could stop herself, her breath catching sharply.I felt my stomach drop.The doctor glanced up at her, not unkind, but knowing. “That spot hurts,” he said.“It is nothing,” she insisted, her voice tight. “Just sore.”He did not a
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Anthony’s POV I locked the screen and unlocked it again, like that might fix it.“Anthony,” Samantha said sharply beside me, “do not do anything stupid.”“I need to talk to her,” I said.“Now is not the time.” “It is exactly the time,” I snapped, then lowered my voice when I felt Samantha shift nearby. “She would not do this without a reason. I need to hear it from her.”Isaac hesitated, then looked away, jaw tight. “One call.” He said.I did not wait for more permission.I dialed Celeste’s number. Each ring felt like it took a year, until She answered on the fourth.“Yes,” she said coolly, like she had been expecting me.“What the hell did you do, Celeste,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.There was a pause on the line. Not surprise. Not confusion.Then she laughed softly. “I did what was necessary,” she said.I closed my eyes, taking in a slow breath. “Necessary for what.” I asked.“For justice,” she replied. “For accountability. You can’t be performing aft
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Anthony’s POVI thought the worst part of the day was already behind us when the plane touched down.The private flight had been quiet, almost unreal in how calm it felt compared to everything that had happened earlier. Samantha had slept through most of it, curled up on the wide seat with her injured ankle elevated on pillows, ice wrapped carefully around it. I barely slept at all. Every time she shifted or winced in her sleep, my chest tightened. I kept watching the swelling, kept counting her breaths, kept telling myself that if Cole and Isaac said we needed to get home fast, then we had done the right thing.I was grateful that it was a private jet. At least on the plane, she could rest. At least no one could see her limp. At least there were no cameras or anyone watching.That illusion shattered the moment we stepped outside the airport.The walk from the hangar into the terminal had been fine. Quiet. Controlled. Almost boring. I remember thinking that maybe we would get lucky
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Samantha’s POVCoach Cole was already there, standing up with a wide grin.“That was beautiful,” he said. “Clean. Emotional. Exactly what we wanted.”Anthony nodded. “Thank you.”I forced a smile. “Thanks, Coach.”Cole clapped his hands together. “You should be proud of that.”Anthony glanced at the door, then back at Cole.“Everyone out,” he said clearly. “Please. Give us some privacy.”The room went still.Coach Cole looked up first, confusion flickering across his face. A few staff members hesitated, glancing between Anthony and me, probably trying to figure out what they had missed. I kept my expression neutral, even forced a small smile, as if this was nothing more than a private discussion.Anthony did not explain. He did not soften his tone. He just stood there, solid and unmoving, like a wall no one felt brave enough to push against.One by one, they left.A staff member grabbed a clipboard and slipped past us. Another murmured something under their breath and followed. “Can
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Samantha’s POV“Okay, Vale et Meadows, you are up next.”The announcement echoed through the dressing room, calm and very professional, like this was any other routine, any other night, and not the moment my body had been moving toward since we landed in Paris.I did not jump or flinch. I only closed my eyes for half a second.Finally.At this point, I did not even feel excitement anymore. I just wanted to be done. My muscles were tired in that deep way that did not go away with stretching. Even worse because we didn’t get to rehearse earlier, since the festival organizer messed up our schedule.Paris had been beautiful, but loud, crowded, relentless. I wanted a shower. I wanted silence. I wanted my bed.I rolled my shoulders once and checked my skates again, even though I already knew they were perfect. The laces were tight. The blades were clean. Everything was ready.Anthony walked toward me from across the room.He looked calm. Too calm, actually, like he always did right before
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Anthony’s POVMy jaw clenched. I looked away, staring at the stone beneath my feet. She did not need to tell me that. I lived it every day. The careful interviews. The filtered words. The constant awareness that one mistake could cost everything I had rebuilt.I stayed silent, letting her finish.“And the Grand Prix,” she continued. “This season matters. We have worked too hard. Early mornings. Injuries. Sacrifices. If people start saying we are dating, they will question every performance. Every score. They will say favoritism, bias, drama.”Her voice wavered on the last word.I felt the truth of it settle in my chest. Not because I agreed with the world. But because I knew how cruel it could be.I clenched my jaw but said nothing, the weight of her words pressing down between us.I looked at her, really looked at her, and something shifted in my chest. This was not rejection. This was not fear. This was calculation mixed with care. She was not trying to create distance between us.
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