The Ice King's Regret: Divorced My Wife, Lost A Musical Genius

Chapter 4

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under my maiden name. It lacked the sterile luxury of the

acing. The image of Barrett's shocked face kept replaying in my

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wo giant bags of my favorite junk food and a bottle of red wine, her sharp

houldering her way in and giving me a

nd her. "Spill. What d

walls crumbled. I told her everything. The "

nished, she let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. "

ck with a glass of water, not the wine.

ally in this world, and the deep

. I'm pr

ger on her face melted away, replaced by s

the night b

know?" she asked, her

regnancy test, the flushed-away secret. And I

t the water down, moved to the sofa, and wrap

, her own voice thick with emotion. "Y

I had been holding back for two days finally b

y until I was empty, until my s

erious. "The baby... it's your body, your choice. Whatever you decide, I'

. I won't let my child be a barga

ng foreign on my tongue.

ng I'd ever said, all at once. It was the belief I needed

then gave a slow, fir

t, my phone r

Johnston. Barrett Sterli

in my hand. He signed

had orchestrated, a piece of my heart t

phone from my hand. "Thank you for letting us kno

me. "You're not staying alone ton

No. I need to lear

he sun was setting, painting the sky i

et but firm. "Book the appointment w

dn't argue. She just pulled out her phone and started making calls

egally, I was no longer co

ie between us would be gone,

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The Ice King's Regret: Divorced My Wife, Lost A Musical Genius

Polly Romance

“My husband, the brightest star in the NHL, handed me a divorce agreement. "It's just a PR divorce. I need a clean slate to be there for her in her final six months." He wanted to protect his dying first love from being called a homewrecker. What he didn't know was that I had just found out I was pregnant with his child. I hid the pregnancy, snapped the test in half, and signed the papers. I thought leaving quietly was enough, but his "saintly" first love wasn't satisfied. She orchestrated a media circus, faking a dramatic decline to frame me as a vindictive ex-wife. His rabid fans and the press swarmed me, shoving me to the concrete. As I lay there bleeding, nearly losing my baby, he fiercely protected her and sneered at me. "Stop making a scene, Calista. Your suffering is just a desperate cry for attention." Then, a hospital insider leaked the truth. The terminal illness was a complete lie. She only had a stomach ulcer, using theatrical blood packets to manipulate his guilt and annihilate my reputation. Looking at my bruised body and the ultrasound photo, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to ice. I didn't cry or beg. I handed him an irrevocable dissolution of marriage, waiving all my rights to his fortune. Then, I submitted an application for a national music competition under a brand new stage name. This time, I choose to live for myself.”