All Chapters of Contract Marriage with My Hockey Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER SIXTY ONEScarlett’s POVI used to think that losing someone would always happen in a dramatic way.I thought there would be a moment when everything changed.A fight, a betrayal, a final goodbye.Something obvious.Something I could point at and say, this was the moment everything fell apart.But I was wrong.Sometimes, people did not leave all at once.Sometimes, they slowly became distant without even realizing it.Sometimes, the hardest part was standing beside someone you loved and feeling like there was an invisible space growing between you.That was what I felt with Ryan.Nothing had changed.And somehow, everything had changed.⸻Ryan still came to see me every morning.He still asked if I slept well.He still noticed when I skipped meals.He still looked at me with the same calm expression that had always made me feel safe.But there was always something else.A message.A call.A reason he had to leave.And most of the time…That reason was Gomez.I told myself I un

CHAPTER SIXTY FOURScarlett’s POVThe days after Ryan found the old note felt different.Not because anything dramatic happened.Not because anyone said something that changed everything.But because Ryan was quieter than usual.I noticed it in the small moments.The way he would stop while walking through the hallway and look like he was remembering something.The way he would open the old box in his office and stare at the things inside.The way his eyes would sometimes move toward Gomez before quickly looking away.Ryan was searching for answers.I knew that.And I also knew that whatever he discovered would affect him deeply.For years, that memory had been a part of him.It was not just about finding a person.It was about finding the missing piece of a time in his life that he never forgot.I wanted to support him.I really did.But I also wanted to stop feeling like I was standing outside a door that belonged to his past.⸻That morning, I found Ryan on the training field.For

CHAPTER SIXTY-SIXRyan’s POVI didn’t sleep much that night.The photograph remained on my desk long after the lights in the mansion had gone out.I had looked at it so many times that I could almost remember every detail.The old building in the background.The people standing nearby.The two children who were supposed to be part of a memory I thought I understood.One of them was the girl I had spent years searching for.The other was the person I had somehow forgotten.That was the part I couldn’t understand.How could I remember one person so clearly and forget another?How could someone be standing beside a memory I had carried for so long and still become invisible to me?I picked up the photograph again.My eyes moved toward the second child.There was something familiar.Not the face.The picture was too damaged for that.Something else.The way she stood.The way she held herself.A small detail that felt like a memory trying to return.But every time I reached for it, it dis

CHAPTER SIXTY Seven Ryan’s POVI stayed in my office until the early hours of the morning.The piece of paper was still on my desk.The drawing was still in front of me.And the name written at the bottom was still impossible to ignore. Scarlett.I had read it so many times that I had memorized every line.The handwriting.The shape of the letters.The small marks from years ago.Everything about it felt real.But my mind refused to accept it completely.Because accepting it meant questioning everything I believed.For years, I had searched for one person.One memory.One answer.I had convinced myself that finding her would finally explain the emptiness I carried from my childhood.And now…The answer I had been searching for might have been beside me the entire time.I closed my eyes.“No.”The word came out quietly.Not because I didn’t believe it.Because I was afraid of believing it.⸻I picked up the old photograph again.The one with two children.The one I had ignored because

CHAPTER Sixty NIn’sThe Missing PageRyan’s POVThe file remained open on my desk for hours.I had read every page.Every sentence, every detail but the more I learned, the less certain I became.The truth was no longer a straight path.It was a collection of broken pieces scattered across years of memories.I looked at the old records again.Gomez was there, that much was clear.Her name appeared in the documents, her presence was confirmed.But something was missing.The records never clearly said she was the child from my memory.They only said she was connected to that day.Connected.That word bothered me.Because for years, I had filled in the blanks myself.I had taken the pieces I knew and created the answer I wanted.I found a person.I found a name.I found a memory.And I stopped searching.But now I understood something.Finding someone was not the same as finding the truth.⸻I called my assistant into the office.He walked in carrying another folder.“You found somethin