Chapter 48

Kali

Wade Collins missing from tenth NHL game in a row

Kali Roth and Wade Collins disappear from limelight as NHL star revealed as Marcus Edwards' love child

Marcus Edwards' wife discovers husband's secret love child

Eagles win yet another game against the Lynxes despite owner's love child scandal

"How many times have you been to his house on Caulder Creek?" Ellis asks, sitting at the end of the bed.

"Every day," I mutter, head to the side, my face squished against the mattress.

"I'll drive you again today," Joy offers.

"He won't speak to me," I say sadly, because I miss him so much it physically hurts. I feel destroyed.

Which is what he thinks I did to him. Destroyed him.

"He won't listen to me. Or anyone. Not even Lola."

"I feel sick." My stomach spins around like butter in a churner, the same thing it's been doing for weeks.

"You need to eat; you haven't eaten for two days."

"Oh God." Throwing back the comforter, I leap out of bed and only just make it to the bathroom in time.

Ellis and Joy follow me and pull my long hair back as I heave up nothing. I have nothing in me to give. I'm spent. Completely broken.

"Feel better?" Joy asks, letting Ellis finish tying up my hair as she sits on the edge of the tub.

"Nope." Not even a little. I pull myself up and grab my toothbrush. "I look dreadful." I'm unrecognizable, even to myself.

I was never like this when Michael and I separated.

This feels horrific.

Like someone jumped down my throat, tore out my heart, then chopped it up into tiny pieces and fed me it.

Wade hates me.

Hates the world and thinks everyone is against him.

Which feels true because Marcus is yet to make a statement, same with Miranda, not that I expected it from her, but from Marcus. I thought he would have released one by now to save face and for the sake of the team.

They don't care about Wade the way I do. I love him.

I brush my teeth and instantly gag, hurling into the sink unexpectedly.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I groan between heaves.

"You're lovesick," Joy says sympathetically.

"Or…" Ellis' words drift off.

Appearing by the side of me, she looks at my reflection in the mirror. "When was your last period?"

"I'm feel like I'm dying, Ellis, I'm as sick as a dog, now is not the time to be ask…" I realize what she's implying. "I'm pregnant?"