Semua Bab The Stand-in wife : Married to my Hockey Ex: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Avelina’s POV Zayne's warm breath brushed against my neck as I lay curled up in his arms, the morning sunlight gently peeking through the curtains. His fingers lazily traced circles on my bare back while I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was one of those slow mornings where the world outside didn’t matter, where it was just him and me—our own little bubble of warmth and laughter."You're so clingy in the mornings," he teased, nudging my nose with his."You love it," I murmured, smiling as I kissed his jaw.He laughed, that deep, husky laugh that always made my stomach flutter. "You're right. I do."We rolled around in the sheets for a while, play-fighting, tickling, kissing. He pinned me down gently, his face hovering over mine. "Say you're mine.""I’m yours," I whispered, giggling."Forever?""Forever."He kissed me again, slower this time, like he wanted to memorize the moment. I was so lost in him that I almost forgot about time.“H

~ZayneThe roar of the crowd still echoed behind us as I jogged off the ice, my skates clicking against the concrete floor. My teammates were all fired up, yelling and laughing, still high on adrenaline after our last match. I yanked off my helmet, sweat dripping down my face, and raked my fingers through my damp hair.“Guys!” someone called from the end of the hallway. “Mikhail just landed!”That got everyone moving.We dropped everything and rushed out in a group, like a pack of wolves on the hunt. I was still half in my hockey gear — jersey clinging to my chest, shin guards strapped on — as we spilled outside into the chilly parking lot. A black car had just pulled up, and out stepped Mikhail, tall and smug as ever, duffel bag slung over one shoulder.“MI-KHA-IL! MI-KHA-IL!” the guys chanted, fists raised in the air.He grinned and threw up a peace sign. “Missed me, huh?”I pushed through the group and grabbed him into a quick hug. “Damn right we missed you. What the hell kept you?

Zayn’s POV I tossed in my sleep, trapped in yet another haunting dream.Avelina.She stood on the edge of a bridge, tears streaming down her face, her arms cradling her swollen belly. I was there too—cold, detached, telling her to get rid of the baby. My voice echoed like a knife in the wind.“Zayn, please…”“Do what’s right. End it.”She looked at me one last time, heartbreak etched into every line of her face… then she jumped.The splash thundered in my ears.I screamed her name—“Avelina!”I jolted up, heart racing, drenched in sweat. My sheets were tangled, and the room was dark, silent—except for the loud knock at the door.“Zayn! Wake up, bro!” Mikhail’s voice came through, followed by the door shutting close. “Damn, why you sweating like that? Were you having sex in your dream or what?”I didn’t answer him. My hands were already reaching for a clean shirt from the wardrobe. I tugged on my pants in a rush, my chest tight.“I need to go check on Avelina.”Mikhail froze mid-laugh