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The Coach's Lie, My Final Truth

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1112    |    Released on: 03/12/2025

ys been obsessed with appearances, with the glittering image of her daughter, the figure skating star. My injury, my pain, my husband's betrayal – these were just inconvenient bumps on the road

eep. When I woke, the room was shrouded in darkness, the digital clock glowing 2:47 AM. The silence

-tier sports physical therapist. His voice, even through the speaker, was

my voice rough from s

Laughing. Spending money like water. I even saw him buy her a new pair of custom skates. Those things cost a

nt, I forgot my own pain, overwhelmed by the blatant disrespect, the financial betrayal. He was pouring our shared resources, resources meant for my recovery an

bled, the words tasting

oing to track that girl down and give her a piece of my mind. She has no right

Always my protector. Always on my side. In a world that felt lik

"It's not worth it. I'm... I'm going to divorce him." The word

need me to come over? I can be there

ly to take care of, a calm, stable life that I shouldn't disrupt with m

ing else. I heard some whispers at the rink. Kelsie... she's not just some random girl. She's

lliott hard. But his daughter? Kelsie was Richard's daughter? And what was Ellio

ott and you, to secretly train her. He's been putting everything into her, pushing her forward, trying t

. This wasn't just betrayal; it was a complete shattering of my professional identity, my financial security. The man who w

cile the Elliott I knew with this monstrous stranger. The man who had meticulously managed my

ll there?" Keagan'

rocess this right now. I just can't hear an

on from our joint bank account. A large transfer. A very large transfer.

and rang, and rang. Finally, after what felt like an eter

y voice was tight, barely a whisper.

Her father left her nothing. She needs a place to live, a coach. I'm helping her

that's illegal! That's shared property! You can't just take it and

ete. She deserves a chance. And you? You're injured. You're done. What do you need money for? Just sitting a

the prize money! I was the one on the ice, breaking my body for us! You were my coach, my husband, you were supposed to protect my interes

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“My husband and coach hadn't answered my calls in five days. I was home, sick and nursing a career-ending injury, when I found him on another woman's social media, his arm draped around her shoulders, a smile on his face I hadn't seen in years. The next time I saw him was at the hospital. She was with him, pregnant with his child. When my bad ankle gave out and I collapsed, he ignored me on the floor to protect her. My medical reports scattered across the tiles, and she deliberately stomped on them with a smirk. He didn't defend me. He just called me pathetic for making a scene. "You got injured, Aria," he sneered, his voice cold. "You fell apart. You're a mess." But that report she stomped on held my terminal diagnosis. I had months, maybe a year, left to live. With nothing left to lose, I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to see the world. My life was ending, but for the first time, I was going to live it for myself.”
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