All Chapters of Divorced by the Hockey Captain: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Bradley's POV"Tabitha! Is it true your father tried to extort the Norwood family?!""Miss Dawson, are you faking the pregnancy to secure the divorce settlement?!""Bradley, is your ex-wife harboring a convicted felon?!"The muffled, chaotic shouting bled straight through the double-paned glass of the front parlor window.I stood behind the heavy linen curtains, my fingers pinching the fabric just enough to look out at the street. What was supposed to be a quiet, anonymous residential block was now a full-blown war zone. Three broadcast news vans were idling double-parked along the curb, their satellite dishes extended into the overcast sky. At least forty paparazzi and tabloid reporters were swarming the iron front gate, flashing telephoto lenses, shoving boom mics against the bars, and practically climbing over each other like rabid animals.They're shouting her name.Not mine. Hers.They weren't out there asking about the upcoming playoffs or my hockey stats. They were baying for b

Bradley's POV"I will personally wipe his entire corporate firm off the state registry."The words tore out of my throat, rough and jagged as broken glass, the moment I read the district memo on the dining table.My pulse was pounding behind my temples like a jackhammer. Richard Vance. A smug, trust-fund CEO who thought throwing his weight around at an elementary school would intimidate a pregnant woman who had survived more hell by age sixteen than he'd see in three lifetimes.The formal complaint didn't just question her teaching credentials—it called Tabitha "emotionally unstable," citing her "fraught domestic situation" and claiming a woman carrying a high-risk pregnancy under public scrutiny was a safeguarding liability to impressionable second graders."Brad, stop. Step back from the table," Marcus commanded, grabbing my shoulder with an iron grip before I could grab my car keys. "You cannot go hunting a school board donor like a rogue enforcer. You storm into the district offic

Bradley's POV"Again! Norwood, your stick is in the rafters and your head is in the clouds! Get on the damn line!"Coach's whistle cut through the chill of the arena like a razor blade.I dug my edges into the chewed-up ice, spraying snow against the boards, my chest heaving beneath my jersey. My legs were burning, but my brain was fried. I had blown three neutral-zone setups in the last twenty minutes. Missed passes. Sloppy turns. For a guy who had captained this franchise to championship rings on instinct, I was skating like a rookie on day one of tryouts.Coach skated up to me, knocking the shaft of his stick against my shin pads with a dull thud."What the hell is going on with you, Brad?" he barked, his face red beneath his winter cap. "We host Chicago tomorrow night. That game determines our postseason seeding, and you're floating out here like a ghost. Your personal drama is officially bleeding into my locker room, and I am sick of it.""I'm fine," I rasped, leaning over my sti

Author's POVRachelle sat with her knees drawn up on the chaise lounge, an unlit cigarette tucked between two fingers. The penthouse was dead quiet except for the low hum of the wine cooler in the pantry.She hadn't leaked a single syllable about the phone call with Henri. Not to Julian, not to her father, not to the PR interns currently eating takeout in her second sitting room.You don't play a card like this on a cheap hand, she thought, tracing the rim of her lighter with her thumbnail. Only an amateur tips their hand before they know what the pot is worth.She had spent the last five hours running cross-checks through three separate European registries using dummy credentials. What came back was a total black hole.The name "Darlington" wasn't just obscure—it was violently scrubbed. The kind of clean you only get when high-ranking diplomats, international judges, and private banking trusts in Zurich sign joint non-disclosure agreements under threat of treason charges. She found a

Tabitha's POVI saw the headline before the coffee machine had even finished sputtering.Ava had left her iPad face-up on the island, and there it was, glaring in bold, garish font:MOVING ON: TABITHA DAWSON SPOTTED WITH HANDSOME WEALTHY COMPANION WHILE BRADLEY NORWOOD STRUGGLES ON THE ICE.Right underneath, four high-res photos. Me laughing outside the bakery site. Darlington holding the passenger door open. Darlington carrying my tote and my blueprint tubes like it was nothing.Ava walked into the kitchen with her hair tied in a topknot, caught me staring at the screen, and unleashed a string of curses that would've gotten her disbarred."I am going to sue that entire syndicate into bankruptcy," Ava snarled, snatching the tablet and slamming it facedown on the counter. "Defamation, harassment, unauthorized commercial use of likeness—I'll take their goddamn printing presses!""Ava, stop," I muttered, rubbing my temples where a dull, throbbing headache had already set up camp.I wasn'