LOGINCarter's PovMy boots crunched softly against the cold, hard rubber flooring of the empty arena. Outside, the night sky was dark and heavy, but inside, the giant indoor ice rink glowed with bright white overhead lights. A light, freezing fog rolled off the surface of the thick ice, smelling faintly of cold water and old rubber.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. Every step I took felt heavy, like my shoes were filled with lead.There she was.Lena was standing right near the low wooden boards where we used to talk, her small frame wrapped tightly in a dark winter coat. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and her breath puffed out in little white clouds in the freezing air. But it wasn't her coat or the cold that made my breath catch in my throat.In her trembling hands, she held the shredded, torn pieces of our old, fake-dating contract.Only a few hours ago, the world had felt like it was crashing down around me in a blinding storm of flashing camer
Lena’s PovMy phone screen glowed in the dark room, and my heart beat so fast it felt like a bird trapped in my chest.There he was. Carter.He was standing right next to his stern father, Victor, in the bright photo on the news page. His face looked hard and tired, like a stone that had been beaten by the waves for too long. My fingers shook so badly I almost dropped the phone onto the carpet. Underneath the picture, the words written in black letters hit me like a cold splash of water: *Team Captain Carter Hayes to address personal scandal and the future of his career.*It sounded like a trap. It looked like a guillotine.Only a few hours ago, I had been sitting on this very couch with Mia, trying to breathe again. My little apartment smelled like warm tea and laundry soap. It was small, and the floors creaked when you walked too fast, but it was safe. It was mine.Mia had looked at me with her soft, worried eyes earlier that evening and said, "Lena, you are crying inside. I can see
Carter's Pov The cold metal of the empty stadium seat pressed against my back, but I couldn't feel it. I sat alone in the dark shadows of the practice rink, watching the early morning sunlight slowly creep across the ice. I had left the penthouse before sunrise because I couldn't bear the thought of Lena waking up and watching me struggle with the crushing reality that my playing career might actually be over. But the quiet solitude I expected brought me no peace at all. It only brought a deafening silence.I spent hours sitting in those empty stands, letting my mind drift back through the years. I remembered how desperately I had once wanted to become a professional player, skating day and night just to hear my father say he was proud of me. But sitting here now, the truth hit me like a physical blow. My father had spent my entire life teaching me to equate success with obedience. The fear of disappointing Victor had influenced nearly every important decision I had ever made, turnin
Lena's Pov My heart felt like it was trapped inside a cage made of cold iron. I woke up to an empty room, the sunlight streaming across the bed, but Carter’s side of the mattress was completely cold. His cell phone sat alone and abandoned right on the wooden nightstand, glowing with a blank screen. My breath hitched in my throat as I spotted a piece of white paper resting right beside it. My hands shook so badly I could barely unfold the handwritten note.*Lena,* it read in his familiar, hurried scrawl. *I need time to think. Please, do not follow me.*I read the note twice, and then a third time, praying the words would magically change. But they didn't. My heart sank straight down into my stomach like a heavy stone as I realized that Carter had once again chosen to face his darkest fear completely alone, instead of trusting me enough to let me stand beside him.The pain of it cut right through my ribs. After everything we had shared—after all the walls we had torn down, the late-ni
Carter's PovThe paper in my hand felt heavier than an anvil. My eyes scanned the words of the official medical report over and over again, each line burning like fire into my brain. The championship was only days away, and the doctors had made it crystal clear: playing in this game could destroy my knee completely and leave me walking with a permanent limp for the rest of my life.The silence inside our apartment was suffocating. Lena sat across from me at the kitchen table, her brown eyes wide and full of quiet worry. She didn't say a word, giving me the space to breathe while she waited for my final decision, knowing that whatever choice I made would change the future we had just started imagining together.For months, the pressure to lead my team through this championship had been the only thing driving me. My father had pounded it into my head since I was a little boy: a Hayes never quits, a Hayes never shows weakness, and a Hayes wins at all costs. But looking across the table a
Carter's PovMy blood ran colder than ice the second Mia's words registered in my brain. I looked across the penthouse living room and saw Lena standing frozen by the window, tears spilling over her eyelashes, holding the phone like it was about to explode in her hand.I didn't need to ask who had made the donation. The moment Mia mentioned the Hayes family foundation, my stomach completely dropped. It was Victor. My father had found another way to weave his filthy, controlling hands into Lena’s life without my permission."Lena, wait!" I shouted, rushing across the room toward her, my hands raised defensively. "Listen to me! I swear to you, I didn't know anything about this! I didn't arrange the scholarship!"Lena slowly lowered the phone, her hands shaking so violently she dropped the device onto the sofa. When she looked up at me, her eyes weren't angry anymore. They looked shattered."How am I supposed to know what's real, Carter?" she whispered, her voice cracking with pure heartb







