Todos los capítulos de Breaking Up With The Hottest Man On Ice : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Emma's POV One week before wedding. Bachelor and bachelorette parties happening this weekend. Tradition I never thought I would participate in. Never imagined having wedding. Having party. Having group of women to celebrate with. But here we were. Sarah was planning my party. "Nothing crazy. Just girls' night. Celebrating you." "Define nothing crazy." "Dinner. Drinks. Maybe some games. Very tame." "Promise?" "I promise. Emma, I know you hate being center of attention. I will keep it low-key." Meanwhile Miguel was planning Jake's party. And I had less faith in Miguel's definition of tame. "What is Miguel planning?" I asked Jake. "Guys' night. Dinner. Drinks. He promised nothing inappropriate." "Do you believe him?" "Mostly." "That is not reassuring." "Miguel is Miguel. But he knows our boundaries. He will not cross them." We had established rules. Clear rules. No strippers. Nothing inappropriate. Just celebration with friends. Both promised to behave. Both promised to

Jake's POV Bachelor party started normal. Perfect even. Private room at restaurant. Good food. Better drinks. Miguel had ordered moderate alcohol. My request. Keep things controlled. Keep things classy. Fifteen guys. My brothers. My father. Work colleagues. Old hockey friends. Miguel as best man obviously. Dinner was great. Stories flowing. Reminiscing about hockey days. About building Sullivan Sports. About my relationship with Emma. "To Jake and Emma," my father toasted. "May your marriage be as strong as your partnership." Everyone drank. Everyone celebrated. Everything was perfect. Then my brother showed up. David. The one who sided with Margaret during custody battle. The one who doubted Emma. "Sorry I am late. Traffic." He was not invited. Miguel made the list. David was not on it. "David. Did not know you were coming." "Of course I am coming. You are my brother. This is your bachelor party." Brought bottle service with him. Expensive whiskey. Vodka. Tequila. Way mor

Jake's POVDid not sleep. Could not. Emma was gone. Wedding in three days. Everything falling apart.Called her repeatedly. Texts. Voicemails. Nothing.Sarah finally texted around six AM. "She's alive. Needs space. Stop calling."Space. I gave her all night. How much more space did she need?Coffee. Shower. Trying to think clearly. What did I do? What did I say? How did I fix this?Emma wanted me to choose her over family. Specifically over Margaret. Over David. Over everyone who kept sabotaging us.She was right. I knew she was right. But knowing and acting were different things.Seven AM. Too early to show up at Sarah's. But I was going anyway. Could not wait. Could not give more space. Had to fight.Drove to Sarah's apartment. Knocked on door. Sarah answered. Not happy to see me."Jake. It is seven AM.""I need to talk to Emma.""She is not ready to see you.""I am not leaving until she does."Sarah sighed. Conflicted. Protective of Emma. But also wanting us to work out."Wait here

Jake's POV Ice rink manager on the phone. Apologizing repeatedly. Not helping. "We take full responsibility. Computer error. Another event was already scheduled. Youth hockey tournament. We did not catch the double booking until today." "Today? You did not catch this until day before our wedding?" "I am so sorry. The tournament involves kids from across the country. They have been planning for months. They cannot change." "Neither can we. We are getting married tomorrow." "I understand. We can offer you the rink at different time? Morning ceremony instead of evening?" Emma grabbed phone from me. "All our vendors are scheduled for evening. Photographer. Caterer. Musicians. DJ. Florist. Everyone. We cannot change everything with twenty-four hours notice." "We will refund your full deposit. Plus compensation for inconvenience." "Money does not give us a venue. We need place to get married tomorrow evening." "I am truly sorry. I wish there was something I could do." Emma hung u

Emma's POVMargaret at the door. Fifteen minutes before ceremony. Asking to speak privately.Every instinct said no. Said send her away. Said protect myself from whatever she was about to do.But something in her face looked different. Genuine. Vulnerable. Real.Sarah looked at me. Questioning. "You sure about this?""No. But let her in. Stay close though. In case I need you.""I will be right outside. Yell if you need anything."Sarah stepped out. Bridesmaids followed. Just Margaret and me. Wedding dress. Fifteen minutes until forever.Margaret closed door. Stood there. Holding small box. Looking nervous."What do you want, Margaret?""I came to say you look beautiful. Truly beautiful. Jake is very lucky man."Waited for the but. For the criticism. For the backhanded compliment.Did not come."And I came to apologize. Really apologize. Not hospital apology where I was scared. Not therapy apology where I said what I was supposed to say. Real apology.""I have heard your apologies befo