Returning To Ruin My Cheating NHL Husband

Chapter 5

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y sports car, the engine roaring in protest as I blindly

ar's Bluetooth system that the speakers crackled. "Liam! What is wr

ra's finger at Orsay last night. Even with my hat and sunglasses on, fans and paparazzi had recognized my build and profile.

Avery is carrying a Sterling heir! You cannot have this kind of public scandal right now!

Immediately! Have her tell the press that you two a

The team's PR manager had already called me eight times in th

damn, suffocating marriage, I wouldn't have to sneak around like a criminal. I would be allowed to be

tely gone, ready to unleash all the tox

she answered the phone. "Did you leak those photos to the press? Are you

ily calm and unaffected by my screaming. "And I h

sue a public statement right now on your social media saying we are p

a beach to provide a healthy, stress-free environment for the Sterling heir. The doctor specifically said I cannot be disturbed or

at. It was the ultimate trump card. I could not argue with th

tered weakly, desperately trying to shift the b

back when my 'vacation' is over," she s

into the dead phone, throwi

f helplessness washing over me. For the first time in our relat

hair, frustrated. An i

feed from any of the cameras inside the townhouse. I just wanted to see if

oom camera. The image lo

se the app, a figure walke

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bathroom. In my home. A strange, unsettling feeling twisted in my gut as I watched a

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“On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.”