Flash Marriage To The Ultimate Sports Tycoon

I carried a thermos of homemade chicken soup to the VIP lounge to surprise my husband after his ice time.

But through the unlatched door, I caught him tangled naked on the sofa with Kyleigh—the "grieving sister" of a fallen teammate he claimed desperately needed our family's charity.

I froze in the hallway, pressing my back against the cold concrete, only to hear something even more chilling.

"What if she finds out the Nevada marriage certificate you gave her is completely fake?" Kyleigh purred.

My husband scoffed, calling me a cold, arrogant idiot.