The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

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A few weeks later, it was just a random, quiet evening, We had just finished eating, our dinner together, and I was in the kuchen washing the dishes when Amelia suddenly let out a loud, excited scream from the living room

“Mommy Mommy.come quickly! My daddy is on TV

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They were all shouting over each other, asking him if he was officially going to be part of the upcoming grand tournament now that his team had just won the intense semi–final stage.

The journalists kept bringing up the fact that he had suddenly given up on hockey for a very long time, abandoning his passion without any explanation.

Julian looked directly into the camera lens, his expression serious and focused. “Yes, I am playing in the tournament, he told the reporters, his voice booming through my TV speakers

And to answer your question, I never truly abandoned the rink. A lot of heavy things happened in my personal life, and I bad to stay low for a while to figure things out. But now that we have won the semi–finals, I want to say something important

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He stepped closer to the microphones, his eyes locked onto the camera as if he knew I was watching him from the other side. “I am dedicating this massive victory to the only woman I have ever loved in my entire life, and to my beautiful daughter, Amelia.”

With a soft, genuine smile, he lifted his hand and blew a warm kiss right at the screen.

Sitting on the couch, Amelia let out a happy giggle and clapped her tiny hands together, reaching out to catch the air ina deeply cute way. “I caught it, Mommy!”

On the screen, total chaos broke out. The reporters were completely shocked and blindsided to find out that the famous Julian had a secret child.

They went wild, screaming over one another, desperately trying to grill him for more information about who the mother was and where his daughter came from. But Julian didn’t answer them.

A wall of his massive personal security personnel immediately stepped in, pushing the paparazzi back and escorting him away into the locker rooms.

I just stood there right in the middle of my new living room, staring at the blank screen as the broadcast cut away. Tears were swimming at the rims of my eyes, blurring my vision.

A heavy, suffocating wave of sadness washed over me. If he had done this five years ago, it would have meant the entire world to me.

If he had proudly claimed me and our baby when I was lying helpless in a hospital bed, or when I had newly birthed Amelia all alone, it would have saved me from a lifetime of pain.

But now? Now, it just didn’t matter anymore. It was too late. I was too broken, and I couldn’t feel the joy of his words. The love I used to have for him was completely gone, replaced by a hollow emptiness.

After a long time, I finally managed to wipe my tears away. I took Amelia to her room, tucked her safely into her bed, and kissed her goodnight.

Once the apartment was completely quiet, I sat down on my bed and pulled out my laptop to scroll through my work emails. As I opened my inbox, a specific name caught my eye, making my stomach drop.

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