After My Hockey Star Cheated, I Married His Rival

"You really are a tail that can't be shaken off."

Sophia Reed’s voice played on a loop in my mind. Just yesterday, she had stood in the center of my office, her arms crossed tight against her chest. A mocking smirk had twisted her perfectly painted lips.

"You saw it yesterday, and you're still willing to appear by his side."

I had ignored her then. I thought she was just stirring up drama. Ten years of playing the supportive best friend meant I usually let her sharp tongue slide.

"What are you talking about, Sophia?" I had asked, barely glancing up from my laptop.

"I'm talking about your pathetic devotion," she had snapped, pacing across the carpet. "You follow him around like a lost puppy. Does he even look at you when the cameras are off?"

"Liam is my client. My job is to manage him."

"Right. Your job." She had rolled her eyes. "Keep telling yourself that, Evie."

I had assumed she was talking about the paparazzi photos of Liam leaving a club earlier that week. Cleaning up his messes was my job. I had no idea she was giving me a warning. Or maybe, she was just gloating.

Now, the glowing numbers on my digital clock read 11:00 PM.

My phone vibrated against the glass nightstand, breaking the quiet of my bedroom.

I picked the device up. A single message from Sophia illuminated the screen. No text. No explanation. Just an anonymous link.

My thumb hovered over the glass. I frowned, a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. I tapped the URL.

The screen went black for a second before a live video loaded.

A dimly lit hotel room appeared. The camera was propped up on a vanity, angling toward