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

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my pale face, sighed

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the NHL's biggest superstar, working as a low-paid PR consultant and nutritionist for his team just to take care of him. M

f the hall, I raised my hand to knock. The

veral core Bruins roster players, fol

breath caught, and I stumbled back half a step, pres

h the collar unbuttoned. The ruthless captain who wore the "C" on the ic

beauty mark under her right eye gleamed under the crystal light

just to celebrate my return to the States, Bryant," Candice s

arm away. He clinked

ryant said in his l

hed the ultrasound printout in my poc

. It was my six-year-old son, Jaiden. Holding a piece of m

d hands on Candice's expensiv

m!" Jaiden yelled. "Mom is so annoying. She o

iden's head with a

he just doesn't know how to mak

rudeness. Instead, he reached out, pinched Jaiden's

om head to toe, freezing the blood in my veins. Seven years

aughter as if they were a real family of three,

slowly loosened my grip on the crumpled ultraso

. I turned around quickly, pulled up my coat collar

treal's blizzard slammed into my face. Icy snowf

een was empty. Not a single an

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iver the name of the airport

he host excitedly discussing Bruins Captain Bry

n encrypted email app on my phone-the internal channel for Synapse Bio-

tain of research invitations piling up in my

Whitney, lifetime chairwoman of the International

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ed the screen, and leaned back against the headrest

dark phone screen suddenly lit up, flashing violently wi