All Chapters of Ex-Hockey Star Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bianca’s POVThe moment Brad stepped out, I didn’t even wait for the door to shut completely before I dialed Mrs Jasper’s number. As it seemed like my ears were already itching to know why she actually wanted to speak directly to me over the phone instead of our usual messages we use to communicate.“Hello, ma’am. He’s out now, so I think we can talk,” I said quietly, pacing to the far corner of the living room just in case Brad suddenly remembered something and walked back in. “You know, in your last messages, you told me to call once he stepped out. He just left to get something but I think he should be back soon.”Mrs. Jasper didn’t even breathe before responding. “Good. That’s good. We need to keep this hidden from him completely. If he starts suspecting anything…” she exhaled sharply as if the thought irritated her, “...it will ruin everything and we wouldn't want that. You know how he is. Brad can sense something even from a mile away, especially since he already saw us together

Bianca’s POV“I will drop Leo off at school on my way to training. And I will be at the training all day as required, please do well to pick him up when it’s 1 p.m.” Brad said, already halfway toward the door as he adjusted Leo on his arm.He didn’t even look in my direction, not even a glance. And not even the smallest flicker that showed last night crossed his mind. The man walked past me like the whole thing never happened, like I didn’t spend half the night trying to process the way he talked to me as if I was just some furniture in the living room.He just lifted Leo, pressed a quick kiss on his forehead, and walked out.Very foolish of him to be kissing another man's son, thinking it's his own son.Honestly, Brad was far more stubborn than I ever imagined. Not just that, and cold too. The annoying part was how he didn’t even, at least, acknowledge the previous night — no apology, no softening, nothing. The way he talked to me still burned that it made me to start imagining I was

Nicole's POVWhen Mellisa must have noticed that I couldn't even get my eyes off the display on the screen, she asked, “Is it about the display? What does it have to do with you?”“Yeah, it is.” I managed to say through tight teeth, forcing it all out.Then she went on to explain. “This display has been here since yesterday. It has also been everywhere on Facebook. Oh! You wouldn't have seen it for the fact that you hardly check the trending news on social media platforms like you already mentioned. I learned that the guy in question is the quarterback hockey star of one of the famous colleges in town, representing the national team or whatever…Anyway, I think it's a paid advert from couples who want their marriage to trend or something. It's a normal thing that people do. So, how does it have anything to do with you in the first place?”“Melisa, it has everything to do with me because this is the sand Brad I was talking to you about.”My hands trembled now, and a small, ugly heat cr

Nicole’s POVMellisa had indeed been a ‘God-sent’ ever since we reconnected. So far as she was off, she would definitely come to my place instantly. I know it hasn't been easy trying to erase Brad off my mind because no matter how hard I try, it actually seems to even hurt more than I should. Honestly, at a point, I was already beginning to question myself, is love a crime? And for some reason, I was beginning to understand the song “Love Is Wicked” by Brick and Lace. Because from my personal experience, love is really wicked.But then, Melissa has made it her point of duty to make sure that I don't keep to myself or stay bored out, and honestly, that has been helpful. I know many times that I had acted like I was fine just to prove a thing to her… let’s say, prove to her that I was already moved on and doing fine. But how long would I continue to lie to myself when deep down, I knew I was barely coping, and her company was everything to me because a lot of negative thoughts were goin

Bianca’s POVMy phone buzzed, and there I was cursing whoever was trying to reach me because the last thing I ever imagined interrupting the movie I was watching was a call.Honestly, I’d just gotten to the good part… the part where the main character was finally about to expose her useless ex — and then my phone just started vibrating like it had a personal vendetta against me.I tried to ignore it at first, sinking deeper into the couch with my blanket pulled over my legs. I even stretched my foot out a little, trying to nudge the phone off the center table without actually touching it. But the stupid thing just kept ringing, loud and persistent, like it wanted to drag me into someone else’s drama.It rang the second time. Then the third time which I was already imagining it sounded all longer and even louder, as if the caller had personal ‘beef’ with my peace.I groaned, snatched it up, and answered without hiding my irritation.“Hello.” I said through gritted teeth, even though I