All Chapters of My Ice Hockey Husband Faked Our Marriage so I Joined His Rival: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Liam's POVI was a ghost haunting the streets of Boston for a whole week.I had sold everything. My championship ring from 2022 went to a pawn shop in Queens for a fraction of its value. My car was repossessed. I used the cash to buy a one-way ticket and a cheap motel room on the outskirts of the city.I stood outside the Titans' training facility, shivering in the wind. I didn't have a coat. I had left it in the foreclosed house.I looked like a beggar. People walked past me, giving me a wide berth. A few looked twice, thinking they recognized me, then shook their heads. No, that can't be Liam Sterling. That guy looks like a junkie.I waited.I knew her schedule. I knew she arrived at 8:00 AM sharp.At 8:15 AM, a black Range Rover pulled up to the security gate.I ran."Elena!" I shouted, rushing toward the car. "Elena, stop!"The security guards were on me instantly. Two massive men tackled me to the pavement before I could get within ten feet of the vehicle."Get off me!" I struggle

Elena's POVThe sound of Liam's sobbing followed us as we walked toward Noah's car. It was a pathetic, gutteral noise, the sound of a man who had finally realized that his throne was made of cardboard and his crown was a joke."Elena! Just one word! Just look at me!"I stopped. Noah's hand tightened on my shoulder, his entire body radiating a protective heat. He was ready to shield me, to usher me away, but I needed this. I needed to cauterize the wound once and for all."Noah, it's okay," I whispered. "I need to finish this."I turned around. Liam was still on his knees, his forehead practically touching the grime-stained concrete. The blue scarf, the evidence of a love he had never deserved, was clutched in his trembling fingers like a tattered flag of surrender."You said you'd be my dog?" I asked. My voice didn't shake. It was as cold and precise as a surgical blade.Liam looked up, a spark of pathetic hope igniting in his bloodshot eyes. "Anything, El. I'll go to the press. I'll t

Elena's POVThe warehouse was a cathedral of rot and forgotten industry, perched precariously on the edge of the Boston Harbor. The air was thick with the scent of stagnant seawater, rusted iron, and the sharp, copper tang of Marcus Kane's desperation.I sat bolted to a heavy wooden chair, my wrists raw where the industrial zip ties bit into my skin. Every time I moved, the plastic dug deeper, but I kept my hands positioned as best I could over my abdomen. My pregnancy wasn't just a secret anymore; it was the only thing keeping me anchored to sanity in this nightmare. I was a doctor; I knew the statistics of trauma during the second trimester, and those numbers were screaming in my head.To my left, Liam was a broken shadow of the man I had once worshipped. He was tied to a similar chair, his tuxedo, once the armor of the ‘Ice Prince', now a tattered, blood-stained rag. His face was a map of bruises, his arrogance replaced by a hollow, haunting realization. He looked at me, his e

Elena's POVThe warehouse was a swarm of tactical gear and emergency lights, but for the three of us, the world had shrunk to a small circle of blood-stained concrete. The EMTs were rushing toward us with a gurney, their footsteps thundering on the wood, but I knew they were too late. I could feel the life draining out of Liam beneath my fingertips, the heat of his body fading into the damp chill of the morning.Noah knelt beside me, his hand resting firmly on my shoulder. Usually, Noah's touch was a claim, a possessive reminder that I was his. But now, his grip was a support. There was no jealousy left in him, only a heavy, somber respect for the man who had just taken a blade for his family.Liam's hand, trembling and heavy with the weight of his final moments, reached up toward me. He wanted to touch my cheek he had ignored during our 'marriage,' he had mocked in front of his mistress, he had betrayed for a lie. But as his fingers came close, he paused. He saw the dark, wet red

Elena's POV"The debt is paid," I said, my voice steady. "The savior and the star... we're done."I turned my back on the grave and walked down the hill. With every step, I felt the phantom weight of the last ten years falling away. I wasn't the "Ice Prince's" doctor anymore. I wasn't the secret wife. I was just Elena.Noah was waiting by the door of the car. When he saw me, he didn't ask how I felt. He simply opened the door, tucked me into the warmth of the leather seat, and kissed my forehead."Ready?" he asked."Ready," I replied.We drove away, and for the first time in my life, I didn't look back in the rearview mirror.Three months later, the Boston Titans were heading into the playoffs. I was back at work, my Chief Medical Officer title now a symbol of the most successful medical department in the league. My "Sterling Protocol" had been rebranded as the "Vance Method," and it was being licensed by teams across the country. I was no longer a shadow; I was the gold standard.Bu