Liam's POVMy life had imploded in forty-eight hours.I sat in the office of Marcus Kane, the Glaciers' owner. Usually, Marcus offered me scotch and cigars. Today, he didn't even offer me a seat."You are a liability, Liam," Marcus said, tossing a newspaper onto his desk. The headline screamed: STERLING'S DECEPTION: THE TWO WIVES."It's a misunderstanding," I pleaded, my voice hoarse. "Elena is vindictive. She faked those emails. I can fix this, Marcus. Just let me play.""Play?" Marcus laughed, a cold, barking sound. "The League has suspended you indefinitely pending the investigation. Nike dropped you. Gatorade dropped you. Even the local car dealership pulled your commercials."He leaned forward. "And the worst part? You suck. Your knee is garbage. Without Elena keeping you together, you are a slow, limping liability with a PR problem.""I need surgery," I said quickly. "I can get surgery.""On whose dime?" Marcus sneered. "We are voiding your contract, Liam. Morality clause. Sectio
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