บททั้งหมดของ My Plus-Sized Hockey Luna: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

CHAPTER FIFTY Two – An Empty RoomJaxon’s POVThe ride back to the house was much quieter than the ride to the exhibition.I rested my arm against the car door and stared out of the window as the city slowly passed by.The auction had gone exactly the way I expected.Amber finally had the necklace she wanted.For some reason, seeing the smile on her face reminded me of the promise I had made to myself years ago.If I ever found the little girl who had helped me during the darkest day of my life, I would repay her kindness in every way I could.Today, I believed I had taken one small step toward keeping that promise.Amber sat quietly beside me, holding the velvet box carefully on her lap.Every now and then, she glanced down at it before smiling to herself.“I’m still having a hard time believing it’s really mine,” she said softly.I smiled.“I’m glad you’re happy.”She looked at me.“Thank you, Jaxon.”“You didn’t have to do all of that.”I shook my head.“I wanted to.”She lowered h

CHAPTER FIFTY Four – You Found MeStella’s POVThe room was quiet.Too quiet.I lay on the narrow bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling.Sleep refused to come.No matter how many times I closed my eyes, the same memories returned.The auction hall.The bright lights.My mother’s necklace resting inside the glass display.The sound of the auctioneer’s voice.The way my heart had raced every time I raised my paddle.Then…Jaxon had lifted his.“I’ll do whatever it takes.”Those words echoed inside my head again.I squeezed my eyes shut.“Stop thinking about it.”I turned onto my side and pulled the blanket over my shoulder.It did not help.The room suddenly felt smaller.The silence became louder.A tear slipped down my cheek.I quickly wiped it away.“No.”“I’ve cried enough.”I sat up slowly and looked around the room.The hostel room was clean.There was a small wardrobe beside the bed.A study table stood near the window.My suitcase rested against the wall, still half unpacked be

CHAPTER FIFTY Six – RumorsStella’s POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing.Jaxon standing outside the hostel.The look in his eyes.The jacket resting on my shoulders.I had returned it before going upstairs, but somehow the warmth of it still lingered in my mind.I turned over in bed and looked at the clock.It was only six in the morning.I let out a slow breath and sat up.There was no point trying to sleep anymore.Today was another training day.No matter how much my heart hurt, I could not let my personal life destroy everything I had worked so hard to achieve.Hockey was still my dream.I climbed out of bed, took a quick shower, and changed into my training clothes.The hostel was quiet as I walked downstairs.A few players were already leaving for morning practice.None of them spoke to me.I quietly walked out of the building and headed toward the arena.The cold morning air brushed against my face.This time, I had remembered to wear my jacket

CHAPTER FIFTY Eight– Finding MyselfStella’s POVThe arena felt different.I noticed it the moment I stepped onto the ice.Usually, training started with laughter, small conversations, and players complaining about how early they had to wake up.Today was different.Everyone was quiet.Everyone was focused.Everyone was aware that Adrian Vale was watching.I tightened my grip on my hockey stick and looked across the rink.Adrian stood near the boards with Coach, observing the team.He was not saying much, he did not need to.His presence alone was enough to make everyone work harder.Since he arrived, the entire team had changed.The drills were harder.The expectations were higher.Every mistake was noticed.Every weakness was exposed.Some players complained that he was too strict, but nobody could deny that he knew exactly what he was doing.He had spent years playing at the highest level.He knew what it took to win.The whistle blew.“Everyone on the ice,” Coach called.We immedi

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE – You Have No RightStella’s POVI thought leaving the arena would make things easier.I thought if I kept my distance, if I stopped having unnecessary conversations, and if I focused only on hockey, the pain would slowly disappear.But it was not that simple.Some wounds did not disappear just because you ignored them.They stayed, they followed you.And sometimes, the person who caused the pain was the same person who made you remember it.I walked through the hallway with my hockey bag over my shoulder, keeping my eyes forward.I already knew he was there before I saw him.Jaxon. Standing near the exit, waiting.I stopped walking when I saw him.For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.There was a time when seeing him waiting for me would have made me smile.Now, it only made my heart feel heavy. “Stella.”His voice was quiet.I looked at him but did not say anything.He stepped closer. “You’ve been avoiding me.”My fingers tightened around the strap of my