All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Sexy Tree

EMILIAI step out of the shower and breathe in the steam like it’s medicine. The quiet hum of the water still in the pipes, the fogged-up mirror — it’s the first real silence I’ve had all day.And then I catch my reflection.Christ.I look like I’ve been through a war. Probably because I have. A mopstick war. With a deranged man-child who broke in through the window like this was Mission: Goddamn Idiot.I lean closer, wiping a circle into the condensation. My eyes are bloodshot. My lip’s a little swollen. My chest still feels tight, but not from fear.God, I can’t wait to go home. Back to New York, where people only swing mopsticks in musicals. Back to binge-watching Confidential Family with Tessa, baking through the night, testing new recipes that probably won’t sell. But still — safe. Familiar.And then there's the quiet part of the fantasy. The one I didn’t realise had snuck its way in until now.I’d go to Liam’s home games. Sit in the stands with a sign that says something obnoxio

Last Updated : 2025-06-16

White, Pink & Black

EMILIAThe smile returns, that maddening one that never quite reaches his eyes unless he’s with me. “Good. Because I have something for you. It’s not Seth’s dead body — I’m still working on that — but I think you’ll like it.”Before I can question him, he grabs my hand and tugs me out of the bathroom. I follow, towel still clutched tight, half-steamed and half-stunned as we step into his room.Most of our stuff is already packed. Liam was determined to leave before noon, much to Veronica’s heartbreak — she begged him to stay for her recital, but he was hell-bent on getting us out before Seth woke up.What wasn’t here when I went to shower, however, are the three gift bags now sitting neatly on the bed.I blink. “You didn’t say this something came in… triplicate.”He just smiles like a man with secrets. “What colour do you want to start with?”“At least let me get dressed for this.” Seeing he’s pretending to not hear a word I say, I sigh. “White.”He hands me the white bag. It’s heavie

Last Updated : 2025-06-16

A Tragedy in Three Acts.

EMILIAIt.That alone is enough to knock the air out of my lungs from pure shock. “Excuse me?”She gives me a tight, diplomatic smile. “You’re excused. Quickly, please. I need to speak to my son.”Wow.Meeting your boyfriend’s mother half-naked isn’t exactly the dream scenario, but the look in her eyes tells me this isn’t about my towel.Her gaze drags over me like a lint roller: wet hair, flushed face, damp towel clutched like armour, and — cherry on top — the key still clenched in my fist.And then it lands. That look. I know it. The one that calculates the precise number of rosaries it’ll take to spiritually fumigate this room.She tilts her head, slow and deliberate — the kind of tilt only women with Pilates abs and generational wealth can pull off. Her voice is all satin and side-eye when she turns to Liam. “Darling,” she says. “What, exactly, is that?”Not who.What.Like I’m an infestation.And just like that, I want to laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s so absurdl

Last Updated : 2025-06-17

Starry-eyed Romantic Reunion

EMILIAI hear her before I see her, but it doesn’t make a difference.Jessica Monroe knows how to take up space. Her short black hair is pulled into a careless bun, her face scrunched at something Seth says — until her eyes find Liam. Then she smiles. Bright. Effortless. Like she’s the sun and everyone else is just lucky to orbit her.She brushes off Seth’s hand like it’s nothing. He flinches, hurt clear on his face, but she’s already moving. Straight toward Liam.Only, he’s not looking at her.After a brief glance, his focus is on me. Locked.“Emilia—”“Don’t.” My voice lands like a slap. He deserves worse.No more secrets? What a joke. There was nothing between us? Bullshit. I’ve ended things? With what — a child in the picture?And he never thought to tell me. Not once. Not when I was falling for him. Not when I gave him everything. My time, my trust. My worst moments, laid bare. He knows the ugliest parts of me — and I don’t even get the basic courtesy of knowing he has a kid?The

Last Updated : 2025-06-18

The Calloways Are Crazy

EMILIAThere’s a beat.Then all hell breaks loose.“What?” Tuli snaps, voice cutting like glass.“What the fuck are you talking about?” Seth shouts, already stepping forward like he needs to physically shake the truth out of her.Liam doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. His face is carved out of stone.Jessica keeps going. Her voice wobbles now, but she doesn’t stop. “There was never anything between Liam and me. Not romantically. Not physically. I never even thought it was possible people would believe that Liam—” Her words trail off, shoulders curling in. “There was nothing like that. Ever.”Tuli’s hands tremble, but her mouth stays firm. “Jessica, what is the meaning of this? Don’t be ridiculous. Of course Liam is Rowland’s father. You’re his mother. You can’t just disown the poor boy—”“I’m not disowning him!” Jessica barks, turning on her like she’s been holding it in for years. “And don’t you dare act like I did this alone. If you want someone to blame, look at your husband. He manipu

Last Updated : 2025-06-18

It’s Always Emilia

ZANETHREE WEEKS LATERThe score buzzer screams. 3–2, final.Another goddamn loss.I slam my stick into the boards on my way off the ice. The blade snaps clean in half. Splinters fly. I don’t care.Chicago Blizzards vs. Detroit Forge. At home. A packed arena and we still managed to fumble the lead in the last seven minutes. It’s our third straight loss. We’re sliding hard. No chemistry. No structure. Everyone playing like they’ve never shared a line before.And yeah — maybe that’s because we’re not the team we’re supposed to be.Not without Stone.The name leaves a sour taste. I don’t even want to think it, let alone say it out loud. But his ghost’s in every shift we play. Every missed backcheck. Every puck we don’t clear. He’s the elephant in the damn locker room.He’s been suspended indefinitely. “Pending further investigation,” the official statement said. The league’s keeping it vague. The team’s been tight-lipped. But the boys? We know.Everyone knows.Emilia filed a police repor

Last Updated : 2025-06-19

Lucky Charm

EMILIAI knock on the door to Tessa’s home office for what feels like the hundredth time. Still locked.Of course it is.I shift the tray in my hands — a small bowl of fruit, a plain oatmeal, a few slices of toast. Nothing fancy. Just something soft, light. Something she can’t argue with.She hasn’t eaten since she locked herself in there yesterday. I’m sure of it.“Tess,” I call gently. “I made you breakfast.”Silence.I wait, like maybe this time will be different. It isn’t.I sigh, resting my forehead against the door.When I first came back three weeks ago, I let myself believe her behaviour was temporary. That the Tessa I knew — stubborn, bright, always two steps ahead of herself — would bounce back. She’d followed me to the station, hadn’t she? Kept her promise. That had to count for something.But the longer I stay, the more I watch her unravel — quietly, steadily — the more I realise I might’ve come back to a stranger.I close my eyes and raise my voice just enough to be heard

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

Domestic Goddess

EMILIAThe best part about owning a bakery? I get to decide when we open. And today, I’ve decided that “later” is the perfect time — because my boyfriend, who should be getting ready for a team meeting in less than an hour, has hijacked my morning with a video call and zero shame.He’s propped against a pillow, bare-chested, sleep-creased, with morning light pooling over his shoulder like it’s just as obsessed with him as I am. His hair is a wet mess. His smile is lazy. I want to kiss him through the screen.“You should just ask her what the problem is,” Liam says, resting his cheek in his hand, watching me like I’m a sunrise. “Better than worrying your pretty little head over it.”I roll my eyes — mostly to stop myself from melting. “I do ask her. She just never answers directly.”He hums as I dip a strawberry into melted chocolate. “You know, this whole domestic goddess thing you’ve got going on right now is extremely hot.”“Please. You’ve seen me nearly set a toaster on fire.”“Sti

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Everything's Business

EMILIAOnce Liam and I hang up — him off to his team meeting to dissect their next opponent, me left behind with a heart doing pirouettes — I realise I no longer have an excuse to slack off.So I roll up my sleeves and dive into work.By the time the clock hits 6 PM, I feel like I’ve aged a year. My arms ache. My feet are furious. My hair smells like three different types of frosting.Honestly, I should really start thinking about hiring staff. It was easy running this place when the Becketts were basically my only regulars. But now? Ever since Liam started dropping by, word’s gotten out — and so have the fans. Hockey jerseys, custom cupcakes, suspicious giggling near the counter. I don’t mind. As long as they buy a treat or two, they can camp out all day for all I care.Someone even suggested I get a TV installed so customers can watch the Titans’ games live while they sip their overpriced lattes. I’ve been mulling it over. I mean, I can’t charge people to sit and stare at a screen..

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Controlled Chaos

EMILIATessa’s text is, to no one’s surprise, not an apology or even a human-sounding sentence. Just a long, passive-aggressive grocery list — most of which I strongly suspect she typed while glaring at my last message. I’d bet my left eyebrow she deliberately left out chocolate. And the number of vanilla-scented candles? Concerning. That’s her stress tell. Has been since undergrad.No “please,” no “is this convenient?” Just a bank transfer for half the total and radio silence after that. Classic Tessa.She’s testing me. I know she is. I do three breathing exercises in the space of a block and whisper an incantation for patience I found on Pinterest. Then I duck into the nearest convenience store, grab her list (plus a bar of chocolate for myself, I’m not a saint), and head out again, arms full and temper running thin.By the time I reach her building, I’m freezing, annoyed, and 90% sure I’ll be ghosting her the next time she asks for a favour. I forgot the scarf Liam gave me at the b

Last Updated : 2025-06-23

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