Everyone thinks hockey wives live glittering lives. And maybe they do—if they don’t mind smiling beside men who know how to win in public and ruin you in private.I used to be proud to stand
Everyone thinks hockey wives live glittering lives. And maybe they do—if they don’t mind smiling beside men who know how to win in public and ruin you in private.I used to be proud to stand beside Eduardo Berger.Captain. Superstar. The man fans screamed for like he belonged to them.But before the lights, before the contracts, before the jersey became his second skin, he was mine. I knew the injured shoulder he hid from cameras, the fear behind his silence, the man beneath the myth.Then I found the receipt.The hotel was ours.The room was ours.The woman was not.Laylah Choi wasn’t some random mistake. She was the team’s polished PR fixer, the woman paid to protect Eduardo’s image—and apparently the woman he ran to when being truly known by me became too much.Oh, did I mention the whole franchise tried to bury it?They wanted me quiet.They wanted me graceful.They wanted me in the wives’ box, smiling while my marriage bled under arena lights.Too bad for them, I’m done being useful.Eduardo says it’s over. He says he cut her off. He says he’ll tell the truth, even if it costs him the captaincy, the sponsors, the team, and the worship he once chose over me.But truth is not forgiveness.And losing everything does not automatically make him worthy.Now every headline has my name in it. Every fan has an opinion. Every secret has teeth. And the man who broke me is finally standing in front of the world, admitting exactly what he did.Maybe he’s changing.Maybe he’s just too late.Because this time, if Eduardo wants to walk beside me again?He’ll have to learn how to love me without needing the whole world to cheer first.