All Chapters of Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emily’s POV I finally decided to return to the dorm after finishing half of my painting. The studio had been my only escape today, the smell of oil paint and the quiet rhythm of the brush the only things that made sense. But as I walked through the parking lot, a car’s headlights suddenly hit me, making me stop and turn. It was Alex’s car. I glanced around quickly, making sure no one was watching — no Lucas, no Lidya, no one who could add to my troubles. The lot was empty. I took a deep breath and walked over. Alex rolled down the window, his face serious in the dim light. “Get in,” he said. I hesitated for half a second, then slipped into the passenger seat. The door clicked shut, and the world outside felt far away. The car smelled like him — clean soap and faint cologne. My heart started racing before he even spoke. “How are you feeling?” Alex asked, his voice low and concerned. “Why are you going to the studio? You should be resting. You’ve just—” “You’re so talkative,” I

Emily’s POV My heart felt so broken. I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling, my hand resting on my now-empty stomach. The doctor’s words still echoed in my head: “I’m sorry, Emily. You’ve had a miscarriage. The baby didn’t survive.” The pain in my body was nothing compared to the emptiness I felt inside. One moment there had been life — a tiny heartbeat, a future I was slowly learning to accept. The next, it was gone. Just like that. I had lost Alex’s baby. And with it, a part of me I didn’t even know I had started to love. Tears kept falling, silent and endless. Julian sat beside me, holding my hand tightly, his thumb stroking my knuckles like he used to when I was little and scared of thunderstorms. But this storm was inside me, and no one could make it stop. “Emily,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m here. I’m right here.” I turned my head to look at him, my vision blurry. “It’s gone, Julian. My baby… it’s gone.” He squeezed my hand ha

Emily’s POV I was in the hospital for almost a week, and finally I returned to the dormitory. Julian drove me, his hands tight on the steering wheel the entire way. Many people noticed me as we walked through the campus paths. They stared. They whispered. Some even pointed. I didn’t brush them off. I just kept my head high and my hand on my stomach, even though there was nothing left to protect. “Are you sure I don’t need to accompany you until Kara comes?” Julian asked as we reached my dorm door. “I don’t want Alex to see you here.” “Jul, please,” I said, turning to him. “How many times do I have to say he’s not wrong? Don’t be like that to him, I beg you. You know who he is best. You shouldn’t be like this to him.” “Precisely because I know who he is and how his family is, I ask you not to get close to him,” Julian replied, his voice firm but tired. “He’s my best friend, Em. I know what he’s capable of. I know how he treats girls. I don’t want that for you.” “I think you k

Emily’s POVSix months had passed, and the emptiness still followed me everywhere.I stood in front of my canvas in the small studio Mrs. Anderson had given me, brush hovering but not moving. The colors blurred together, the same unfinished piece I had been staring at for weeks. Mrs. Anderson walked in quietly, her footsteps soft on the floor.“How are you feeling today, Em?” she asked gently. “I see you haven’t stopped painting in that corner. Have you felt anything new yet?”I set the brush down slowly, wiping my hands on my apron. “Ah, I’m sorry, Mrs. Anderson. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore, so I’m just repeating myself.”She tilted her head, studying me with those kind but knowing eyes. “That means you haven’t gotten over your problems either. If you need someone to share them with, you can tell me.”I looked at the canvas, the blues and grays that refused to form anything meaningful. “Yes, thank you, Mrs. Anderson, but for now I can’t say anything because I don’t know w

Emily’s POV I sat in the studio, brush hovering over the canvas, but my mind kept drifting back to that morning call. No voice. Just silence. If it was really Alex, why didn’t he say anything? Why call and then disappear again? The number with the Paris country code kept replaying in my head, making it impossible to focus. Kara walked in, carrying two cups of coffee. She set one down beside me and nudged my shoulder. “What’s wrong with you? How are you going to finish your painting? Maybe you’re just daydreaming every time you go to the studio?” I put the brush down and sighed, rubbing my temples. “Ah… I don’t know. I haven’t been focusing lately. I feel like something’s missing. I don’t even know what I’m going to paint. I can’t think of anything right now.” Kara pulled up a stool and sat close, studying my face. “Is it because of Alex? I heard he joined the hockey team in Paris. The team isn’t very well-known, so it’s like starting from scratch for him.” I stayed silent, sta