The Arrogant Captain's Regret: Chasing My Ex-Wife

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here. The VIP corrid

Bell Centre. Freezing wind blew in from the street behind me, and I pulled my camel coat tight

a laminated pass bearing the Boston

e Bryant Norton

ced at the pas

the night," he said, lowering his voice. "He ga

cond, then force

ary," I explained. "I just flew in fro

my pale face, sighed

e end of the hal

sound. For seven years, I had lived in the shadows

ical health, I had given up my own career, working quietl

printout inside my coat pocket. Just this morning, I h

e hall, I raised my hand to knock. The door wa

starting players from the Bruins roster, fo

caught in my throat, and I stumbled back half a step, p

ve custom banner made of fresh roses: Hap

p two buttons undone. The ruthless captain who wore the "C" on the ice was loo

e beauty mark under her right eye gleamed under the lights as

of my return to the States," Candice said, her voice sweet and breathless as she raised her

. He clinked his glass against

," Bryant said in his low, gravel

"Hey, Cap, wait a second. Isn't today also your wedding annivers

my throat as I waited

s face. He took a slow sip of his champag

y. "Besides, she's boring at parties. Ha

chest. I clutched the ultra

six-year-old son, Jaiden. Holding a huge plate of double-choco

iped his chocolate-covered hands

of his mouth with a napkin. "You have a sensitive stomach. If your mom finds o

scowled, his little face

te Mom! All she ever does is nag me and force me to eat

ly around Candice's neck and loo

, and Mom is just a boring nanny who always smells like kitchen smoke.

nt six years waking up at five every morning to make him customized medicinal

the door, waiting for him to scold o

y. "Don't say that, Jaiden. Emilia tries her best. It's not her

o defend me. Instead, he reached out, pinched Ja

ll," Bryant said warmly. "Let hi

n years of silent devotion and sacrifice turn

e three of them laugh like a real family,

rumpled ultrasound paper, my heart

r. I turned around quickly, pulled up my coat coll

, Montreal's blizzard slammed into me. Icy snowflakes hit

rs. The screen was completely empty. There wasn't

ancy announcement I had typed out on the plane earlier, t

ng wind, I whispered softly, "It's just you

ing taxi, and told the driver t

ing, the host excitedly praising Bruins Captain Brya

encrypted email app on my phone-the internal server for Synapse Bio-Lab, th

ity to be a dutiful wife, letting Brya

a bitter smile touched my lips. Even if I walked out on Bryant right

tena Whitney, lifetime chairwoman of the International

dy to co

screen, and leaned back against the headrest with my eyes

screen in my hand suddenly lit up, flashing violently wi