My Hockey Alpha
I winced, instinctively clutching my chest.
I could almost see Nina sitting at our usual booth, her freckled face glowing with that radiant smile that never failed to take my breath away. I could almost see her long, dark hair, her slender arms, her shining eyes.
The memory was so visceral, so achingly tangible, that for a moment, it felt like she was really there with me.
But she wasn’t. She had cheated on me, and had conceived a child in her belly that wasn’t my own.
“You must push it out of your mind,” Mila said softly, soothingly. “She is a cheater, a traitor, a whore. All of the good memories you have of her were simply fabricated… manipulations.”