All Chapters of BORROWED LOVE ON ICE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MELISSA’S POV Coach stepped closer, his usually loud and booming voice unusually soft, like he was approaching something fragile. Xavier glanced at him, confusion flickering across his face, and then he shifted his gaze to me, searching for some kind of explanation.“That’s our hockey coach,” I whispered, offering him a reassuring smile, though my chest felt tight.At the mention of the word ‘coach,’ something changed in Xavier’s expression—just for a second. His brows furrowed slightly, as if trying to grasp onto a thread of memory dangling right in front of him, only to have it slip through his fingers. He blinked, and the moment was gone.Coach cleared his throat, holding out a bouquet of white daisies. “Get well soon, champ,” he said warmly. “Can’t wait to see you back on the ice.”Xavier stared at him blankly. It was like watching someone read words in a language they didn’t understand. Coach’s smile faltered, but he quickly patted Xavier gently on the back. “Get well, my champi

MELISSA’S POVIt’s been six weeks since that day—the day when everything felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. And maybe, just maybe, those pieces are starting to fit together again. Not perfectly. Not completely. But enough to give me hope.Xavier is… better. There’s no other word for it.I see it in the way he sits straighter in bed now, in the way his eyes no longer look lost every time he tries to recall something. He still struggles sometimes—still asks me questions that hurt more than I’ll ever admit, questions like, “Why do I feel like I know you so well?” Or “Was I… a good person?”And I always smile, always tell him the truth—that he’s still the same Xavier to me, that who he was and who he is now doesn’t change what I see in him.Last week, we went ice hockey skating. It was part of his therapy—a way to rebuild muscle memory, coordination, confidence. Watching him step onto the rink was like watching a kid take their first steps. Hesitant, wobbly, unsure. I was r

MELISSA’S POV I have spent so much time in this hospital that I can’t even remember what life outside of its walls feels like anymore. The scent of antiseptic, the low hum of machines, the soft shuffle of nurses’ shoes on polished floors—all of it had become part of my daily rhythm. I could almost walk these halls with my eyes closed, knowing exactly where every turn led, every familiar face belonged. It’s strange how quickly a place you never wanted to be in can become so familiar, almost like a second home. But finally, that time is over. Xavier is leaving today. I stood by the window of his ward earlier, watching as sunlight filtered through the blinds. For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel that weight in my chest, that constant worry that had accompanied me since the accident. He’s fully recovered now. His father arrived early this morning, briefcase in hand, demeanor calm yet purposeful. Seeing him standing there—dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, eyes focused solely o

KATRINA’S POV I don’t know why I’m angry, but I should really be furious right now.After everything I said to Melissa, the only response she could give was, “Okay.”Okay? Really?At least I expected her to argue back, to snap at me, to say something—anything—that would show me she still had some fight in her. But no. She just stood there, calm, composed, and let my words hang in the air like they didn’t matter. It’s as if nothing I said even touched her.It’s infuriating.I didn't say much after that because she didn't give me the chance. As I head to Xavier’s car, the words I threw at her still burned in my chest. I told myself I wasn’t going to let Melissa get under my skin, but here I am—heart pounding, jaw tight, feeling like I just lost a battle I didn’t even know I was fighting.I slid into the car and sank into the passenger seat. I didn’t say a word. Xavier was already waiting, his face unreadable. He didn’t even ask what took me so long or why I was quiet. He just told the

MELISSA’S POVThe night felt quiet, unusually so, like even the air was holding its breath. I had just ended my chat with Xavier, and though my phone screen had gone black, I still held it against my chest as if the warmth from his voice lingered there. He was laughing again, smiling through the words he texted, and even though we weren’t face to face, I could almost imagine the curve of his lips, the softness that had returned to his eyes lately.That was when the thought came to me. Out of nowhere.Maybe Marco could help.I knew Xavier’s memory was still fractured, broken into pieces that sometimes fit together and other times left me confused. He remembered random things—his childhood dog, the smell of his father’s cologne, the way he used to hold his guitar—but when it came to Katrina, to the life he shared with her, there was silence. Blankness. As if those moments had been erased.I didn’t know what to make of it. Was it that his love for her had not been as strong as it appeare