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“He’s not going to want anything to do with it.”

She shrugs. “That’s fine. He still has to pay child support. And he will. Johan will make sure of it. If you’re keeping the baby, he’s going to see it, and sorry, but Aiden doesn’t get somekind of pass because he didn’t want kids. He should’ve wrapped it up.”

I nod.

I know all of these things.

I just don’t have the bandwidth to think about them all now.

It’s all I can do to put one foot in front of the other and keep going.

Short-term, I have to focus on survival.

Once I sleep, and get my head on straight, I’ll come up with a plan for the future.

This baby and I are going to be fine.

With or without Aiden’s help.

Chapter 32

Aiden

I can’t rememberthe last time I got drunk on a game day, but I’m down on Fort Lauderdale beach tying one on at the Elbo Room before noon. I lied to coach about having an emergency so he let me out of the morning skate, and I’m sitting here staring out at the ocean, fucking up my life even more than it already is.

Depression and alcohol aren’t a good mix, but I don’t care.

My life is a full-on clusterfuck, and I deserve a little self-medicating care.

My body knows what to do on the ice in my sleep so I’ll muddle through tonight’s game.

The problem will be tomorrow.

And every day after that, walking through the halls of my now very empty house.

I don’t know what I did to deserve the current shit show that’s my life, but I should have known better than to trust a woman. Any woman. Even my teammate’s sweet, gorgeous sister. Especially considering the circumstances of our marriage.

I absolutely let my dick do my thinking for me when I made that decision.

Now all I can hope for is that she doesn’t walk away with a million dollars of my money.

Fuck.

I really am a dumbass when it comes to women.

There’s a reason I stayed single after my divorce. Not even a girlfriend or a regular hookup. One and done. Always.

Until Hana.

I married her, got her the visa she desperately wanted, bought her a house, promised her the world—all while she fucked some other guy.

How did we get from there to here?

None of it makes sense.

I suck down a shot of tequila and let it burn its way down my throat.

Not only do I stand to lose a lot of money, chances are I’m going to have to ask for a trade. There’s no way I can keep playing on a team with Johan.