All Chapters of The Coach's Forbidden Play: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Andrew's POV I watched Sage, the silence between us stretching taut and heavy. I knew she was lying. Her eyes, filled with a conflict I had seen before, gave her away. The way she was avoiding my gaze, the way her hands were clasped so tightly her knuckles were white. It was all so familiar."Sage," I said, my voice quiet, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. "I'm not a petty person, but we can't build a new beginning on a foundation of lies. Not this time. We tried that before, and look what happened."She looked at me, a flash of pain in her eyes. "I know, Andrew. I know you're right. I just... I don't know how to tell you."My heart ached. I had told her I would be patient, that I would listen, but the disappointment was a physical ache in my chest. "Then don't tell me," I said, my voice flat. "Just... don't say anything. I'll just go."I started to get up, a final, defeated gesture. She had chosen. She had chosen to keep her secrets and her lies, and I had no choice b

Andrew's POV My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip him limb from limb. The man who had taken advantage of my daughter, who had violated her trust, was lying right there like a pathetic, disgusting mess. I took a step toward him, my hands clenched into fists, a low, murderous growl escaping my lips.Just then, his eyes fluttered open. They were bleary and unfocused but they landed on me and a flicker of confusion crossed his face. "Who... who are you?" he slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. He tried to sit up, a clumsy, uncoordinated movement and stumbled to his feet. He swayed for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he finally registered my presence. "What are you doing in my house? Get out!"He took a step toward me, his movements slow and weak and swung a clumsy punch. I easily dodged it, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping my lips. This man, this pathetic excuse for a human being, thought he could fight me. The rage inside me boiled

Sage's POV I stood in the cold, silent library parking lot, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Andrew's car disappear into the night. His words, so cold and full of anger, echoed in my mind. “I’m mad at you, Sage. I’m so mad at you.”I had made a mistake. I had chosen to protect Pauline, to protect her secret and in doing so, I had lost Andrew's trust. The fear that had been gnawing at me since I had told him the truth, the fear that he would go after Professor Benjamin, now turned into a full-blown panic. Andrew was a good man, but I had seen the rage in his eyes. The raw, primal fury that had made him unrecognizable. I knew he was capable of doing something terrible, something he would regret for the rest of his life. I had to stop him.I fumbled in my purse for my phone, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold it. I called him, but it went straight to voicemail. I called again, and again, and again, my heart pounding with every ring. Nothing. He wasn't answering.Pan

Sage's POV I sat there, the tears streaming down my face, the ache in my heart a sharp, physical pain. I had lost her. My best friend. My sister. My family. Her words, so cold and full of hatred, echoed in my mind. “You’re the one who keeps ruining my life, just because your life was ruined. Because you don’t have a real family who could give you the attention you crave.”She was wrong, but at that moment, it didn't matter. I had no fight left in me. I was broken, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. I sat in the silent living room, a prisoner of my own grief, until the sun began to set, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. I had to see him. I had to see Andrew. I needed to know he was okay, to know he was safe. And I needed to apologize. For keeping a secret from him, for putting him in danger, for everything.I drove to his place, the silent, solitary journey a mirror of my own emotional state. My crutches were a constant reminder of the physical and emotional pai

Sage's POVMy mind was numb, my body was heavy and I felt a profound sense of emptiness. I wanted to scream, to cry, to lash out but I couldn't. I had no fight left in me. I was completely broken. I just stood there for a long time, staring at the closed door until the reality of the situation finally sank in. He was gone. He had shut the door on me, and there was nothing I could do to get him back.I turned and walked away, each step of grief. I got in my car and drove home and it was the silent, solitary journey, a mirror of my own emotional state. I unlocked my door and walked inside, the silence of my apartment deafening. I didn't even have the tears or the strength to cry. I just sat there on the couch, the stillness of the room a suffocating blanket. I was so exhausted, so emotionally drained that I couldn't even process my own pain.The next day, I woke up with a quiet resolve. I had lost Andrew. I had lost Pauline. I had lost my way. But I couldn't let it be for nothing. I had