All Chapters of Livestreaming My cheating Hockey star fiancé : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Logan“No.”Derek stared at me from the other side of the living room.The word had barely left my mouth before he released a tired breath and looked toward the ceiling, as though asking for patience from someone who had already stopped listening.I stood near the windows of my penthouse with my back partly turned to him. The city stretched below us, bright and busy, while Allie’s livestream replayed silently on the television. Someone had paused the video on the exact moment she looked directly into the camera and said she would no longer accept responsibility for the choices of grown men.The image had followed me all morning.It appeared on sports channels, entertainment blogs, and social media pages that had once praised our relationship. Every few minutes, another clip surfaced with captions about confidence, boundaries, and women reclaiming their voices.Allie had not mentioned me by name.She had not needed to.Everyone knew who she meant.Derek dropped a thick folder onto the

ChaseAllie remained against my chest long after the conversation should have ended.The arena hallway was quiet around us. Most of the players had already left, and the staff members passing through the far end gave us enough privacy not to interrupt. I kept my arms around her carefully, one hand resting between her shoulders and the other at her waist.I did not kiss her.I wanted to.The memory of the treatment room had stayed with me through every practice, interview, and sleepless hour since it happened. I remembered the way she had closed the distance first. The way her fingers had tightened in my shirt. The way she looked afterward, frightened by her own choice but certain she did not regret it.Now, with her face pressed against my chest, I could feel the temptation to turn the embrace into more.I did not.This moment was not about what I wanted from her.It was about what she had asked.Would I still stay if healing took longer than I expected?I had already answered.But I

AllieMeeting Chase’s family should not have made me more nervous than speaking to one million people online.But it did.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror for the third time, studying a simple cream dress that suddenly felt too formal. I had already changed twice. The first outfit looked as though I was attending a business meeting. The second looked too casual. Now I was wearing something between the two, and I still could not decide whether it gave the wrong message.Mia appeared in the doorway wearing black trousers and a blue blouse.“You look fine.”“That is what you said about the first outfit.”“You looked fine in that one too.”“And the second?”“Also fine.”I turned toward her.“You are not helping.”“I am helping by telling you that the problem is not your clothes.”“What is the problem?”“You are acting like Chase invited you to meet the royal family.”“It is his family.”“Yes. A mother, a father, and a sister. Not a panel deciding whether you are worthy of their son.”

AllieThe Ryder house remained warm behind us as Chase walked me toward his car.Mia had decided to ride home with a friend who lived nearby, claiming she wanted to give me and Chase time alone. I knew exactly what she was doing, but arguing would have only made her more pleased with herself.The night air was cool, and I pulled my coat tighter around me.Chase opened the passenger door.“You survived.”I looked at him.“That sounds insulting.”“You were nervous enough to consider cancelling.”“I was not that nervous.”“You changed three times.”I paused before entering the car.“Missy told you that?”“Mia told Missy.”“I am beginning to dislike their friendship.”“You liked it during dinner.”“That was before I realized they were exchanging information about me.”Chase smiled and waited until I was seated before closing the door.The drive began quietly.Not awkwardly.Comfortably.That still surprised me.With Logan, silence had often felt like punishment. If he was upset, he would

ChaseMissy looked me directly in the eyes and lied.“I went to get coffee.”The hallway behind the family section was crowded with staff members, guests, and players’ relatives preparing to leave. Allie and Mia stood beside her, both silent now. Missy held her phone tightly against her coat as though she expected me to reach for it.I looked at her empty hands.“Where is the coffee?”“The stand was closed.”“Then why were you gone for nearly twenty minutes?”“I walked around.”“During the busiest intermission of the game?”Her expression hardened.“Yes.”I knew my sister.I knew the small changes in her voice when she was nervous. I knew the way she lifted her chin when she wanted to appear more confident than she felt. I knew she became defensive before anyone had accused her of anything when she was hiding something.She was doing all three now.My gaze dropped briefly to the black cap she wore. She had arrived dressed to avoid recognition, then disappeared during intermission and