Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Sports King Secret Wife: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOSOPHIE’S POVThe kiss ended the way storms do when they suddenly realize they’ve gone too far, not gently, not cleanly, but with a sharp pullback that leaves everything exposed in its aftermath, and the second I broke away, the world felt like it had tilted slightly off balance as if nothing inside me had expected Daniel to stay so calm.He didn’t, not even a little.There was no shock on his face, no regret scrambling to correct what had just happened, only this unsettling calmness mixed with something dangerously close to satisfaction, like he had crossed a line he had been thinking about for far too long and finally decided he was done waiting.“Daniel…”His name came out softer than I intended, not because I didn’t mean it, but because I suddenly couldn’t tell what version of him I was speaking to anymore, the friend I had always known or the boy standing in front of me like he had rewritten himself in a single moment.“Hm.”The sound was low, almost casual, and

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURADRIAN’S POVThe field didn’t care what was happening inside my head, it only demanded movement, impact, repetition, like pain could be trained out through discipline, so I kept running drills until my lungs burned and my thoughts finally started to blur at the edges, but even then her face stayed, refusing to dissolve no matter how hard I tried to outrun it.Sophie.Every pass, every strike, every forced breath only dragged her back into focus, not softer, not easier, just clearer in a way that made it harder to pretend I didn’t care as much as I kept telling myself I didn’t.“Get out,” I muttered under my breath, like she could hear me from wherever she was, like distance meant anything to memory.But she didn’t leave.She never did.The sound of footsteps on the turf cut through my focus before I even turned, and I already knew who it was because Daniel had a presence that didn’t ask for permission, it just arrived and expected the world to adjust around it.I s

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXSOPHIE'S POVSomething was wrong with Adrian.The realization had been bothering me since this afternoon, and the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I wasn't imagining things. Yesterday he had been distant, and acting practically a stranger. Every text I'd sent had gone unanswered, every conversation felt forced, and every time our eyes met, it was like he was deliberately holding himself back from saying something. The frustrating part was that Adrian wasn't good at hiding things. He was loud, dramatic, and annoyingly honest whenever he felt strongly about something, which meant whatever was happening now had to be serious.By the time the last class ended, my patience had completely disappeared.The football field was alive with movement when I arrived. Players sprinted across the grass while Coach shouted instructions from the sidelines, and somewhere in the middle of all that chaos was the person responsible for ruining my mood. Adrian

Chapter thirty eightSophie's povThe moment I stepped inside the diner, the noise hit me all at once. Students occupied nearly every booth, waitresses moved between crowded tables carrying trays balanced on one hand, and conversations blended into a constant hum that filled every corner of the room. Under normal circumstances, I probably would've turned around and left. My head was already crowded enough without adding another hundred voices to it, but the second I spotted Tom sitting near the window with three chemistry books spread across the table and enough notes to prepare for a college lecture, a laugh almost escaped me despite everything weighing on my mind."Please tell me you didn't spend your afternoon preparing for this."Tom glanced up immediately, and the grin that appeared on his face carried the kind of easy warmth that always made people comfortable around him."Depends.""Depends on what?""Whether making color-coded study guides counts as preparing."I stared at th

Chapter fortyAdrian's pov The moment I stepped into school, I knew something had already shifted, not because anyone said anything directly to me at first, but because the air itself felt like it had been rearranged overnight and I was only just catching up to a conversation everyone else had already finished, and that realization settled in slowly as I walked through the gates and noticed how eyes lingered a second too long, how voices dropped a fraction too quickly, and how even the usual chaos of the corridor seemed to bend slightly around me instead of through me as it normally would.Tom appeared beside me almost immediately, falling into step like he always did as co-captain, but even that felt different today because there was no easy rhythm between us, only a careful silence that suggested he was deciding how to say something he already knew I wouldn’t like, and I didn’t need to look at him to know what was coming because people never waited this long to talk about something