Returning To Ruin My Cheating NHL Husband

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Sterling, went down on one knee and slipped a diamond ring onto another woman's finger. Even though he was delib

o bless the happy couple. The stunning blonde woman, Clara Kensington, had tears of overwhelming joy streaming down her face. As the ring slid onto h

e the most ridiculous, pathetic clown in the universe. Today was our third wedding anniversary. And here I was, sta

dn't seen directed at me in years. Even the strangers walking past me on the street stopped to loo

bracelet on Clara's wrist. It was the exact anniversary gift I thought he had bought

betrayal burning in my chest, a tiny, pathetic shred of hope still clung to my heart.

he exact second he saw my name on his screen. His expression turned in

ch," I gasped, my voice shaking un

ntarily shiver. "I'm busy, Avery. Stop using these lame, pathetic excuses to get

up ins

t even tell if the physical agony tearing through my body was worse than the emotional agony ripping my heart

body onto a stretcher. As the ambulance doors slammed shut, I vaguely heard a paramedic shouting fra

was actually dying, would he leave Clara's birthday celebration to come to the hospital and save me? A single tear of absolut

arsh smell of antiseptic.

thank the medical staff. "Thank yo

help but complain, "It was absolutely terrifying last night, Mrs. Sterling. You are incredibly lucky to be alive. The top OB-GYNs in

atter of life and death, and we couldn't reach him at all! No matter how busy work is, he can't just ign

th. I checked my phone. Not a single m

ould be this heartless,

the heavy, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh

right there...