All Chapters of My Ice Hockey Husband Faked Our Marriage so I Joined His Rival: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena's POVThe lights in the emergency room were brighter than the ones in the operating theater. Or maybe my eyes were just sensitive because I had been crying blood.I lay on a gurney, my body a map of pain. A neck brace kept my head rigid. My arm was re-broken. But the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the hollow, cramping emptiness in my womb."Mrs. Sterling?"A nurse hovered over me. Her nametag read Sarah. She looked young and terrified."We need to perform emergency surgery," Sarah said, her voice trembling. "A dilation and curettage. To... to remove the remaining tissue. And stop the hemorrhaging."Remaining tissue.That's what my baby was now. Tissue."Do it," I whispered."We need a signature," Sarah said. "And... we've been trying to reach your husband. He's listed as your emergency contact. But he's not answering.""Call him again," I said.I didn't do it because I wanted him to comfort me. I did it because I wanted to hear it. I needed to hear him choose.Sarah picked up

Liam's POVThe house smelled stale.That was the first thing I noticed when I unlocked the front door. Usually, our home smelled like vanilla, or fresh linen, or whatever expensive candle Elena had decided to burn that week. Now, it just smelled like dust and neglect."Elena? I'm home!" I shouted, dropping my gym bag in the foyer.The sound echoed in the empty hallway."Seriously, Elena? You're still keeping this up?" I muttered, rolling my eyes.It had been three days, maybe four?, since she ran out of the house like a lunatic after pushing Sophia down the stairs. I had expected her to be back by now. Where else would she go? She didn't have family in the States. She didn't have money, our accounts were joint, and I hadn't seen any withdrawals.I figured she was pulling a power play. Hiding out in some hotel, waiting for me to call and beg. Well, she was going to be waiting a long time. She was the one who hurt Sophia. She was the one who needed to apologize.I walked into the kitchen

Liam's POVTwo Months Later, the All-Star Game in Toronto was supposed to be a celebration. For me, it felt like a death march.I had barely made the roster, voted in on past reputation rather than current performance. The Glaciers were in freefall. My knee was held together by cortisone shots and sheer stubbornness."Smile, babe!" Sophia chirped, linking her arm through mine as we walked down the tunnel toward the ice level.She was wearing a silver dress that was too tight, showing off her six-month bump. She loved the cameras. She waved at the reporters, soaking up the attention."Liam! Liam!" a reporter shouted. "Rumors say you're playing through a torn meniscus. Is that true?""I feel great," I lied through my teeth. "Best shape of my life."We reached the VIP area near the benches. The Eastern Conference team, my team, was warming up.But the crowd's attention wasn't on us. A roar went up from the other side of the arena.The Western Conference team was coming out. The Boston Tit

Elena's POVThe All-Star game was still being played on the ice, but the real game was happening on the internet.I sat in the Titans' private suite, overlooking the arena. Noah sat beside me, his hand resting protectively on the back of my chair. On the table in front of us lay a laptop, open to a press release draft."Are you sure?" Noah asked softly. "Once you hit send, there's no going back. You'll destroy him."I looked down at the arena. I could see Liam on the Glaciers' bench. He wasn't playing. He was staring up at the VIP boxes, his face a mask of fury and confusion.I thought about the hospital bed. I thought about the blood. I thought about the little heartbeat that had stopped because of his arrogance."He destroyed us first," I said.I pressed Enter.It wasn't just a statement. It was a dossier. A zip file sent to The New York Times, TMZ, and the League Commissioner.Subject: Evidence of Fraud, Bigamy, and Professional Misconduct - Liam Sterling.Attached were the photos I

Liam's POVI took an Uber home because my credit cards were declined at the rental agency.The house was dark. The power had been cut? No, just the lights were off.I stormed inside, soaking wet, shivering, and filled with a rage that needed a target.Sophia.It was all her fault. If she hadn't pushed Elena... if she hadn't been so demanding... I would still be the Golden Boy. I would still have my career."Sophia!" I screamed.I found her in the master bedroom, my bedroom, which she had taken over. She was packing a suitcase.Expensive Louis Vuitton bags were open on the bed, filled with jewelry and clothes."Where do you think you're going?" I asked, standing in the doorway.Sophia looked up. She didn't look scared. She looked annoyed."Oh, you're back," she said, zipping up a bag. "I saw the news. Fired? Really, Liam? That's embarrassing.""Embarrassing?" I laughed hysterically. "You ruined me! You and your jealousy! And now you're leaving? After I lost everything for you?""For me?