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IVY'S POV

The days were starting to blur together in the sweetest way possible.

After the difficult call with my parents and the relentless media noise, Ronan and I had fallen into a gentle routine that felt like our own private sanctuary. Mornings began with soft kisses and whispered good mornings.

Afternoons were filled with careful rehab and quiet conversations. Evenings brought us closer, wrapped up on the couch or in bed, holding each other through the uncertainty that still waited outsi
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    IVY'S POV The first morning in Boston felt like stepping onto a new stage with unfamiliar lights.I stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment, adjusting the collar of my professional blouse for the third time. The navy fabric was crisp and new, chosen specifically for this day. My hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and I had applied a touch of makeup to hide the shadows under my eyes. I looked like the competent, professional therapist I had always prided myself on being. But inside, my stomach was a knot of nerves and quiet hope.This was my fresh start.I grabbed my bag, locked the door, and walked the short distance to the Boston Storm’s training facility. The building was modern and bright, with glass walls and the faint scent of ice and effort in the air. The head of the medical department, Dr. Ramirez, greeted me warmly at the front desk and gave me a quick tour. The rehab area was well-equipped, with state-of-the-art machines and private treatment rooms. It fe

  • The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient    Wait what?

    IVY'S POV The first morning in Boston felt like stepping onto a new stage with unfamiliar lights.I stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment, adjusting the collar of my professional blouse for the third time. The navy fabric was crisp and new, chosen specifically for this day. My hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and I had applied a touch of makeup to hide the shadows under my eyes. I looked like the competent, professional therapist I had always prided myself on being. But inside, my stomach was a knot of nerves and quiet hope.This was my fresh start.I grabbed my bag, locked the door, and walked the short distance to the Boston Storm’s training facility. The building was modern and bright, with glass walls and the faint scent of ice and effort in the air. The head of the medical department, Dr. Ramirez, greeted me warmly at the front desk and gave me a quick tour. The rehab area was well-equipped, with state-of-the-art machines and private treatment rooms. It fe

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    IVY'S POV The moving truck felt too small for everything I was carrying.Not just boxes and furniture, but the weight of decisions, memories, and a heart that still hadn’t learned how to let go. I stood on the sidewalk of my new Boston neighborhood, watching the movers carry the last of my things into a modest one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a quiet brick building. The air smelled different here with a faint hint of the harbor a few miles away. The city buzzed with its own rhythm, energetic but less overwhelming than New York.This was my new beginning.Liam and Jenna had flown in again to help, refusing to let me do this alone. They were inside now, arguing playfully over where to put the couch while I stood outside trying to catch my breath. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of packing, goodbyes, and quiet tears in the middle of the night. Accepting the Boston job had felt like the right choice in the moment, but standing here now, it felt both liberating and t

  • The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient    Someone has to be

    IVY'S POV The acceptance email for the Boston job still sat in my drafts, unsent.I had written it three times, rewritten it twice, and closed the laptop each time with trembling hands. Every version felt too final, like signing away the last fragile thread connecting me to Ronan. So I left it there, a digital ghost hovering in the background while I tried to keep moving forward.Jenna refused to let me drown in that limbo.She had organized a proper girls’ night at my apartment — “No excuses, no canceling, and absolutely no moping allowed,” she had texted earlier. When she arrived that evening with bags full of snacks, face masks, and two bottles of wine, I felt the first genuine smile in days tug at my lips.“You’re a force of nature,” I told her as she pushed past me into the kitchen, already unpacking everything like she owned the place.“Someone has to be,” she replied, hugging me tightly. “You’ve been carrying too much alone. Tonight we’re unpacking some of it together.”We se

  • The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient    This is huge

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  • The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient    Have fun tonight

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    IVY'S POV The days in Boston had started to form a fragile new shape.I had settled into a small, sunlit apartment near the clinic, with big windows that overlooked a quiet street lined with trees. It was nothing like Ronan’s penthouse — no floor-to-ceiling views of the city, no luxurious kitchen

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  • The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient    Heart is still yours

    IVY'S POV The Chicago job offer sat in my inbox like a quiet ultimatum.I hadn’t replied yet. Every time I opened the email, my finger hovered over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I found myself drifting through the apartment, touching things that reminded me of him, even thoug

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