After the Divorce, I Made My Hockey Superstar Ex-Husband Kneel

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it's just a mild sprain.

d-the same hand that broke jaws on the ice-He was at that moment stroking the ankle of the young and

baby bump. My phone screen still glowed with the morning headline: Francesco Cannon, the st

about to come out, I

barely felt it. Dragging my heavy legs out of the waiting room, I

ancesco looked down at her, his ice-blue eyes-always so ruthless on the rin

e catching the hem of my coat. S

t that Aunti

hind the pillar. Dropping his hand from Candace's waist, he strode over. The warmth vanis

demanded, towering over me a

h, digging my finge

ound today. You promised las

like he barely remembered, the

ve time to play house with you.

, covering her mout

. Pregnancy really takes a toll

eping my eyes fix

e means accompanying he

ard, his sheer size forcing me h

team's biggest sponsor. This is a PR obl

en a graduate student at a top university-I'd even had the chance to p

is silk tie. My stomach churned violently, acid rising in m

to look at her like that?" I gri

alousy." He turned his back on me without an

her arm, and guided her into t

ready. I nodded numbly and followed her into the exam room. Lying on the cold table, listening to

ily driver. I flagged a yellow cab and r

Maria Foster, was lounging on the living room sofa sippi

tonight. The kitchen didn't prepare a port

who felt comfortable trampling all over me in my own home,

ss of ice water and drank it down in one breath, letting the freezing liquid numb the ache in my chest. Resting my palm over