All Chapters of My Hockey Ex Rigged the Dating Show?: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~Noah~For one suspended moment, neither of us moved.Then she sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her palm more firmly against her side.“Ow,” she whispered, her eyes watering. “That really hurt.”I stared at her hand resting against her waist.Something unpleasant tightened in my chest.I hadn’t meant to hurt her.That was the irritating part. I hadn’t even considered that she might be injured when I pushed her away. My body had simply reacted to the unexpected closeness, and now she was standing beside the counter, trying to conceal how much it hurt because she probably didn’t want me to feel bad.I hated that I knew she might do that.“Let me see,” I said, taking a step towards her.She straightened immediately, although her expression suggested that the movement had made the pain worse. “I’m fine. I just hit the counter. It was my fault for moving too quickly.”I stopped.Of course she would blame herself.“Grace, I pushed you. How exactly is that your fault?”She looked at me,

~Kiara~I immediately pulled away from Dad and wiped my cheeks.“Tell him I’m not seeing anyone today,” I replied, reaching for a tissue on the bedside table. “I appreciate that people have come to mourn with us, but I genuinely don’t have the energy to sit through another conversation about how sorry they are. If he came to see the family, he can speak to everyone downstairs. I don’t want to meet anyone privately.”Elijah looked at me with sympathy.“I understand, Kiara, but the man has been waiting for a while. He came with flowers, and apparently, he brought something for Snow too. He seems to know who we are, and I don’t think it would hurt to at least thank him for coming.”“Elijah, please,” I said, my patience beginning to wear thin. “I’m not trying to be rude, but I can’t keep doing this. Every person who comes through that door expects me to smile, shake their hand, and tell them I’m managing. I’m not managing. My grandmother is dead, and I would like to be allowed to feel ter

~Zane~The moment I stepped out of the house, I felt as though I had left something important behind.Perhaps I had.I had spent the last twenty minutes inside a house filled with mourners, offering condolences to people who barely knew me while trying to find the woman I had come all this way to see.I had even brought a teddy bear for her daughter, hoping it would give me a reason to speak to the little girl if I got the chance.Instead, I had not even spent a second in her presence before an urgent call reminded me that the world I had built was falling apart without me.I hated the timing.More than that, I hated the fact that I had been so close to seeing Kiara and still hadn’t managed to see her after two good months. I descended the steps and crossed the driveway towards my waiting car.Marcus was already standing beside the rear door, his phone pressed against his ear and a deep frown carved into his forehead.The moment he noticed me, he ended the call, slipped the phone in

~Zane~I looked out of the window again.The truth was that I didn’t know.Alexei had been close to Kiara on the show, and there had been moments when their interactions had looked intimate enough to make me question everything I thought I understood about her. Plus he had said he came to her even knowing she was my girlfriend and she didn’t deny the fact. I had seen the way he sometimes looked at her, and I had hated the possibility that she might have chosen him over me.I had allowed my jealousy to fill in the gaps, convincing myself that the worst explanation was probably the correct one.It had been easier to believe that she had moved on than to consider the possibility that I had misunderstood everything.And now, after seeing that little girl, the questions I had spent two months avoiding had returned. “I don’t know,” I finally admitted.Marcus looked at me carefully. “Then perhaps you should find out before you make any more assumptions.”I gave a humourless laugh.“That’s

~Zane~The moment I stepped into the house, I knew I was walking into a disaster.Chloe and my mother were waiting for me in the living room, and judging by the way both women turned toward the entrance at the same time, they had been expecting me for quite a while.My mother sat stiffly on the sofa, her lips pressed into a thin line, while Chloe stood beside her with her hands clasped in front of her stomach.For a brief moment, my eyes settled on Chloe’s face.Two months ago, I had decided to end our engagement. Two months ago, I had told myself that no matter how complicated the consequences became, I would no longer spend the rest of my life trapped in a relationship I had never wanted.Yet, somehow, here we were again, with the same woman waiting for me in my own house, wearing the same wounded expression that always seemed to make everyone forget that I was not the only person who had suffered in this relationship.And now, she was pregnant.I still couldn’t wrap my head around