Semua Bab How To Deal with a Hockey Star : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ophelia POV I never imagined that saving my husband's life would be the reason he left me for another woman."Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Most Valuable Player of this season and the newest star of professional hockey, Landon Hayes!"The roar of the crowd filled the elegant ballroom as cameras flashed and reporters surged forward. I smiled from my seat at the front table, watching my husband stride confidently to the podium. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his charming smile lighting up the room as he adjusted the microphone. This was his moment – the moment we had both worked so hard for."Thank you, thank you all so much," Landon said, his voice carrying easily across the packed room. "I have to say, this feels like a dream. Just two years ago, I was playing in small town rinks in Sacramento, hoping someone would notice me. And now here I am, about to sign with the Sterling Hawks – the most prestigious team in the NHL."My heart swelled with pride as I watched him s

Ophelia POV "Help! Somebody help us! There's been an accident!" The voices seemed to come from far away, muffled and distorted like I was underwater. My head throbbed with each word, and when I tried to open my eyes, everything was blurry and spinning. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and sharp pain shot through my ribs with every breath. "We need paramedics here now! Multiple casualties!" Through the haze of pain and confusion, I could hear the chaos around the wreckage. Car doors slamming, people shouting instructions, sirens wailing in the distance. The acrid smell of smoke and gasoline burned my nostrils as I tried to make sense of what had happened. "Get the woman in the front seat first! She's unconscious and bleeding badly!" That voice... it was Landon. My husband was alive and giving orders to the emergency responders. Relief flooded through me despite the pain, until his next words made my blood run cold. "Rose! Can you hear me? Stay with me, Rose!" Rose?

Ophelia's POV"Don't worry, little sister. I've been waiting for this call for three years."Marcus's voice was steady and reassuring through the phone, but I could hear the underlying anger at what had been done to me. I was still standing in the hospital hallway, my body trembling from everything that had just happened."How fast can you get here?" I asked, wiping tears from my face with the back of my hand."I'm already in my car. Twenty minutes, tops. Are you sure about this, Ophelia? Once we do this, there's no going back to hiding who you are."I looked back toward the hospital room where my husband was probably still comforting the woman who had orchestrated the destruction of my marriage and caused me to lose my baby. The sight made my blood boil."I'm more than sure," I said, my voice growing stronger with each word. "I've wasted three years of my life pretending to be someone I'm not for a man who doesn't deserve me. I'm done being Ophelia Hayes, the submissive housewife. It

Ophelia's POV"He received the papers this morning."James Patterson's voice was professional over the phone, but I could hear the satisfaction in his tone. I was sitting in my father's study at the Sterling estate, surrounded by the mahogany furniture and oil paintings that represented generations of power and success."Good," I said, adjusting the silk blouse I wore – my first designer outfit in three years. "What was his response?""His neighbor saw him arguing with the process server. Apparently, he was quite shocked by the speed and thoroughness of the documents.""I'm sure he was." I stood up and walked to the massive window overlooking the Sterling estate grounds. "Has he contacted his lawyer yet?""Not that we know of. But Ophelia, there's something you should know. He hasn't signed the papers yet."My grip tightened on the phone. "What do you mean he hasn't signed them?""He's refusing to acknowledge them. My sources say he's telling people he won't make the divorce easy for

Ophelia's POV"Daddy, I need new divorce papers drawn up immediately."I was sitting in the back of my Maserati in the parking lot outside Landon's apartment, my hands still shaking from our confrontation. The way he had looked at me when he tore up those papers – like I was his enemy instead of the woman who had loved him enough to give up everything."What happened to the first set?" My father's voice was sharp with concern through the phone."He tore them up and threw them on the floor like garbage," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "Then he threatened to make sure I get nothing in the divorce. Nothing, Daddy. After everything I sacrificed for him."The silence on the other end of the line was deafening, and I knew my father was processing this information in that calculating way of his. Richard Sterling didn't get to where he was by letting people disrespect his family."He threatened my daughter," my father said finally, his voice dangerously quiet. "After you spent three year