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

Chapter 5

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o a major sports agent. She understood the games

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about later,"

r mind about the baby. I just need you to know everything. I think you sh

eed of doubt. Not for Barrett. But for a f

ics. She pulled a folder from her bag

r a televised music comp

pected producer who had heard

't like me having a public life. He wanted a wife who w

"C. J." I had a small following, a flicker

't let your life be defined by that

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om her hospital room. She looked pale and fra

or. "Yes, Barrett is back by my side. And so that we can have more quality time

down her cheek. "I don't want to spend my last days in pain. I

ra panned slightly, catching Barrett's silhouette in the doorwa

se. "So brave!" "This is true love!" "Barret

hashtag was climbing the ran

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gold digger to be w

er money and left. Poor Fe

eating for months. Barr

ing with a cold, helpless rage. They knew not

garbage! It's a PR move! Felicia is putting on a show to l

eeping into my bones. Felicia was mo

and. She was trying to erase m

was done hiding. Why should I cower in the

nvitation from the floor, my knuc

hard. "I'm doing it. I'm

t Sterling's ex-wife." But as me. I would make

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“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.”