FAKE DATING MY EX'S RIVAL HOCKEY STAR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

MIA'S POV The roar of thousands of fans shook the entire arena. American flags waved from every corner, mixed with a sea of Canadian flags. Fans were dressed in their team's jerseys, their faces painted in their country's colors as chants echoed through the building. The arena was packed. I tightened my grip around the clipboard and stared through the glass at the ice below. Unlike the fans, I wasn't supposed to wear a jersey or jump around screaming whenever our team scored. I was supposed to look professional. At least, that was what Clara kept reminding me. I glanced down at myself. A white collared shirt was tucked neatly into a pair of black trousers. My heels were digging into my feet, and after two weeks of wearing outfits like this, I still hadn't gotten used to them. All I wanted was for the game to end so I could go home, kick off those painful shoes and breathe. It had been two weeks since the hospital incident. Two weeks since Logan had revealed everything to my mother.

MIA'S POVI still couldn't believe Logan, the arrogant and entitled man I had once loved, had actually begged for forgiveness. Especially after what Ryan had done at the arena. At first, I thought Logan had come to cause trouble, just like he had every other time. But he had surprised me. He had apologized.I was still trying to understand it when Ryan glanced at me before turning his eyes back to the road. “Still thinking about him?” I turned toward him. He sounded serious. There was something different in his eyes too. Was that jealousy? But why would Ryan be jealous? We were only pretending. Maybe I was letting everything that had happened at the arena get into my head. “I can't believe he apologized,” I said, turning my attention to the streetlights passing outside the window. It was almost ten at night, and Ryan and I were driving home after the match and everything that had happened afterward.I wanted to ask him about what he had done at the arena. I wanted to ask him if he had

RYAN'S POVI had known her long before Logan met her. Long before she joined the university. Long before she even knew my name. Yet somehow, she had forgotten me."Take these lilies. I know you love them. They will remind you of me."The memory came back so clearly that I could almost feel the flowers in my hands again."Will I see you again?"I remembered asking her that. She had lowered her eyes, her fingers tightening around the flowers as though she was about to say something. Then someone had called her name. She had turned. And that had been the last time I saw her. Until now. But why couldn't she remember me? What had happened?I dragged myself away from the memory and stared through the windshield. The Hayes mansion stood ahead of me, enormous and cold beneath the night sky. I had spent years trying to avoid this place. Tonight, I had no choice. I switched off the engine and stepped out."Young Master Hayes. Welcome."Uncle Carlos stood by the entrance. He had worked for my fa

MIA'S POVI woke up feeling lighter than I had in weeks. I stretched my arms above my head and let out a sleepy yawn, a smile already tugging at the corners of my lips. Last night kept replaying in my mind. The dinner. Ryan's gentle voice. The way he had looked at me when he asked me to be his real girlfriend. And the way he had driven me home afterward, as though he was afraid that if he said too much, I might disappear.I still hadn't given him an answer. But maybe I would today. A smile spread across my face as I imagined how he might react. Maybe he would stare at me with those dreamy green eyes of his. Maybe he would step closer, wrap his strong arms around my waist and pull me against him. My cheeks heated. God. What was wrong with me? I buried my face in my pillow for a second before forcing myself out of bed.Today was Saturday, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was no game, training session for Ryan or endless work waiting for me. The championship was ov

MIA'S POV“First…”Ryan finally broke the silence. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them with a small smile. Maybe I was overthinking. Ryan was fine. He was still Ryan. So why couldn't this strange heaviness in my chest disappear?I tightened my fingers around the railing and looked down at the street below. Two children stood beside a pile of rubbish, their tiny hands moving through the dirt as they searched for something worth keeping. One of them pulled out a plastic bottle, examined it, then tossed it aside. My chest tightened. If I ever had enough money, I would help people like them. I would.“Mia?”Ryan's voice pulled me back.“I have something to tell you.”“I’m listening.”His voice sounded tired. Not the Ryan I had spoken to last night. I frowned slightly. It sounded as though he had somewhere else to be.“Aren't you done with your parents yet?” I asked.“I’m still at the estate.”My stomach tightened. He was still there. Wit