Too Late, Mr. Player: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 2

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the screenshot to my best friend and

e. Speed up the a

r with my arms crossed, watching them pack millions of dollars worth of jewelry into armored ca

of lead. My work phone buzzed with an urgent notice from the Titans PR dep

the staff lot. Carrying my black umbrella as I walked toward the VIP section to ta

ndshield, Adrianna was straddling Keon's lap in t

anked the car door open. Wind and rain blew into th

c flashed across his face when he saw me, quickly replac

you stalki

was smirking as she wiped her smear

tle of this car is unde

l laugh and wrapped her

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ose, his voice droppin

scene here. Save us bo

f my umbrella onto my trench coat

vorce, Keon. To

before letting out an

et game are you playing now? Stop

n button, pulled the door shut, and gunned the engine, the Aston Marti

d a drop of dirty water from my cheek, and pu

ment in Brooklyn or Long Islan

rned on the heater. Catching my reflection in the rearv

at night, Keon wasn't there, and my phone w

hredder, and fed every love letter, postcard, and di

educing my twenties into a pi

y the time I had packed everything and came out of the study

d. He wasn't home, so at le

alk-in closet and stuffed in every tight, revealing dr

uitcases. Just as I set the last box down by the front door, the electronic

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“For eight years, I stood by Keon Castillo, eventually becoming his secret wife while he rose to fame as a star forward for the New York Titans. But the illusion shattered when he came home reeking of cheap vanilla perfume, a bright red lipstick stain smeared across his away jersey. He didn't even try to hide his betrayal, openly parading the spoiled heiress Adrianna in front of me and his arrogant family. When I confronted them, his mother called me uncultured trash and kicked me out of their estate into a torrential downpour. I hydroplaned and crashed my SUV on a dark highway, left bleeding and shivering in the freezing rain. But when Keon finally showed up at the emergency room, he didn't ask if I was okay. "Are you completely insane? Faking a car crash just to force me to come home?" He physically dragged me back to our penthouse, then abandoned me at 3 AM while I burned with a post-crash fever, just to go comfort his crying mistress. Staring at the empty room, the sheer absurdity of my devotion made me laugh until I cried, realizing I had given my twenties to a narcissistic monster. But they didn't know I had already tricked him into signing a brutal NHL morality clause worth 1.5 billion dollars. Playing the submissive wife one last time, I secretly packed my bags, cleared the accounts, and walked out the door-leaving him a ruined man, and turning straight toward his biggest rival.”