All Chapters of The Coach's Forbidden Play: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sage's POV A week had passed since the mysterious "MK" bouquet, and life, in its relentless way, had carried on. The confusing encounter with Kay still lingered in my mind, a persistent whisper of unease, but the demands of my routine had slowly begun to reassert themselves. The biggest demand, right now, was basketball.I was back in training, the familiar squeak of sneakers on the court and the rhythmic thud of the ball against the polished wood a welcome distraction. The intensity of practice, the physical exertion, allowed me to momentarily push aside the emotional turmoil that had plagued me for weeks. My team, the Wildcats, were preparing for a crucial game against our rivals, the Jaguars. The air was thick with anticipation, and every drill, every sprint, felt charged with the weight of expectation.The day of the game arrived, crackling with energy. The stadium was packed, a roaring sea of cheering fans. Pauline, a vibrant blur in her cheerleader uniform, was already out on t

Sage's pov The faded photograph with its cryptic caption, haunted my thoughts through another sleepless night. "Proud to be a father." Kay. A baby. It gnawed at me, a relentless itch I couldn't scratch. The quiet, calm Kay, the seemingly basketball star was a father at twelve? It didn't add up, yet the image was undeniable.The next morning, driven by a desperate need for answers and a growing sense of unease, I went to the hospital. The same hospital I suspected the photo was taken in. I approached the records desk, my heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and grim determination. "I need information," I began, trying to sound authoritative, "about a birth that occurred approximately fourteen years ago."The receptionist, a kind-faced woman with tired eyes, politely but firmly refused. "I'm sorry, ma'am but patient information is confidential. We cannot release anything without proper authorization."I pleaded, I explained, I even tried to subtly hint at a family emergency bu

Sage's POV The walk home from the coffee shop was a blur, my mind a chaotic whirlwind of guilt, anger and a terrifying new fear. Pauline's silent suffering, Professor Benjamin's predatory gaze and my own glaring ignorance—it all weighed on me like a heavy, suffocating blanket of dread. I replayed Chloe's words over and over, each syllable a fresh cut. I had been so lost in my own world, so consumed by my own problems that I had completely failed to see the danger lurking right under my nose, a danger that had been preying on the person I was supposed to care about most.As I rounded the corner to my apartment building, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the screen and my heart did a strange lurch. It was Andrew. My first instinct was to ignore it. The last thing I felt capable of doing was engaging in another complicated conversation. My relationship with Pauline felt like a smoldering ruin and the thought of facing Andrew, the man at the center of so much of my recent turmoil,

Sage's POV The tension in Pauline’s body slowly began to recede. The fiery rage had been extinguished, leaving behind a raw vulnerability that broke my heart. She met my gaze, the hard, defensive shell she had built around herself finally cracking."Please, Pauline," I said, my voice soft, "let's just talk. We can't let this end here."She stood there for a long moment, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling in her eyes. Then, with a deep sigh, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said, her voice quiet. "Okay, let's talk."We walked back into the house and Amelia, sensing the change in the air, gave us a small, understanding smile. We bypassed the dining room and went to the porch, a secluded, comfortable space that overlooked the back garden. The soft glow of the evening light cast a peaceful haze over the yard, a stark contrast to the storm that had just passed. We sat on a cushioned bench, the silence between us heavy but no longer hostile."I'm sorry, Sage," Pauline finally began, he

Sage's POV Rina and I walked together to the cafeteria, the tension of the classroom replaced with a strange, new camaraderie. We grabbed our trays and found a quiet table in a corner, away from the usual chatter of students."So," Rina said, her voice low, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What's the plan? You have his attention. Now what are you going to do?"I let out a short, cold laugh. "You'll have to wait and see," I replied, a confidence I didn't entirely feel masking the tremor of fear beneath the surface.Rina didn't press for details, which I appreciated. Her curiosity was piqued but she seemed content to watch the show unfold. Our conversation shifted to our upcoming basketball training, a safe topic that allowed us to talk without delving into the complicated matter.As we spoke, my eyes involuntarily drifted across the cafeteria. I spotted Pauline at a table with her cheerleading friends, a bright, genuine smile on her face as she laughed at something one of them said.