Dear Ex, I'm Dating Your Rival Hockey Star

VICTORIA'S POV -- Cheers of encouragement erupt from the stadium below so loudly that I swear the ground shifts all around and even my own fingers tap together in rhythm as the seconds tick down and we're two points behind. Just two agonizing points which is one goal. One single goal-- that's all it will take to get the winning cup. I smile as my eyes land on Jax, he has the puck, skating as fast as wind, his body like a rock as he maneuvers the stick, sliding past his teammates and the other team and when he dodges the defense from the opposite team, his own clears the way for him. I grimace at the way they aggressively make way for him, pushing and diving into the oposing team with force and within seconds, Jax slides the puck right past the goalie into the net, winning the game for the Ice Vortex and the crowd erupts in cheers so loud that my ears ring and the final game of the Puck Skates Cup is over, and we won. We won. I cheer until my throat feels raw, screaming at the top of my lungs even though no one can hear me from this stupid private glass suite overlooking the rink, and everybody in here joins in, clapping and whistling. I nearly press myself against the glass to spot Jax, but he's lost in the swarming of his celebrating team. My beige knee length coat flares as I turn to look at Tomas Horton, and he's grinning at me. "They did good, Devereaux," He rises, whiskey glass in hand. "They did extremely well," And I couldn't be prouder, as a team manager and a wife to the Captain. Walking down to the locker rooms without running into one single media outlet, I pat myself on the back for the success, that's until I reach the Ice Vortex's locker room and the entire team is outside, laughing and chatting, still wearing their ice hockey gear, helmets tucked under their arms, leaning on sticks, "Hey guys," I smile, looking for that ashy blonde hair. They become quieter, staring at me, "Vicky," James, our goalie steps in front of the door, "Quick question," He murmurs, and I lift my hand, "It's been a long day, James. We can talk about it tomorrow," I step around him when Isaac blocks the entrance, and I become fairly suspicious, my nails digging into my palms as my spidey senses tingle. Taking one step back in my brown knee length boots, I stare up at Isaac, "Flint," I stare up at the dark haired man that's built like a f*****g buss. "Devereaux," He shoots back, eyebrows raise, "For a defenseman, you're being very defensive of that damn locker room," I peer around him, and he grins, "Cap asked for a few minutes alone," He shrugs like it isn't a big deal, but that's just weird. "After winning? Jax wants to be alone after winning the Puck Skates Cup?" I raise a questionable brow, and he gulps, adam's apple bobbing with guilt. "Move, Flint." I grit out in warning, and shoulder past him when James grabs my arm, "Just a minute, that's all the man asks for," he argues, lifting his shoulders like it’s not a big deal, getting just as defensive. Real fast. ”Mind your section, Goalie." I snap, and rip my arm free before storming into the locker room, and my heart drops right into my ass at the sight of Jax kissing a woman against a locker, not any locker, but his. And not any woman either, it's Aubrey f*****g Horton. "What the f**k, Dalton?" I grit out, and he slowly peels his lips from hers as if he hadn't just heard my voice, but what's worse is when he turns his head to look at me with one smug ass grin on his lips that has pink lipstick smeared across it. Audrey's shying behind his big frame, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen. "Audrey, you can go," Jax straightens himself, letting her slip out from between him and the locker, and she makes a show of fixing her incredibly short, slutty skirt as she walks away from him, "Sorry, Vicky." She breathes as she passes me, but I barely hear her as she struts past with swagger and no guilt. It takes every ounce of self control I've learned throughout my life to not reach for her silvery blonde hair and yank her to the ground. The second the door clicks shut, the simmering anger can't be contained and I explode, "Are you f*****g kidding me, Jax?" I raise my voice, and his eyes widen at that, but he's quick to mask it with a cool, careless expression "Look, I want a divorce. It's that easy." He shrugs with no remorse, and my ears ring from the blood rushing through my veins. "You son of a..." He raises a hand, tutting as he shakes his head, "Look, you were great, but now you're pretty useless to me, Vicky. You have to understand that, I need someone better, someone who can help me further my career, but since you've supported me all these years..." He stalks closer, wearing that same ridiculous grin that used to make my heart race in the best way possible, "...we could still have a secret affair, then you can still live the life of luxury. I would never leave a pretty flower like you to rot in the misery of the poor," He closes the proximity between us, staring down at me with gleaming eyes as if he's offering me a favor. I can't believe him. I can't believe what I'm hearing and seeing. Has this been the real Jax from the start and I've only caught up now? Have I truly been so blind to miss this? Is this some sort of result of a f*****g head injury? My hands shake with years worth of rage, and I do something I've never done before-- I hit him. Straight across the face. With an open hand. His head swings at the impact of my hand against his cheek, the sound of skin to skin contact rippling through the air around me and his hand shoots up, touching his cheek with a brush of his fingers and when his honey eyes meet mine, shock lines them. "You sicken me." I grit out, and watch as his mouth open and closes like a fish out of water. "A lawyer will handle this, and I will never, ever, be your little secret again." The anger rises like a tsunami inside of me, and it crashes against the pillar of our love, sending it scattering to pieces. "You'll always come back for more, Victoria," He grits out, stepping closer with authority he no longer own, "I'm the only one for you," His head tilts, his toxic, controlling words sending my anger into a pit of fire, and I slap him again, "I do not need you, Jax. I can have any man." I bark out a dry, bitter laugh, "If I want..." I step closer, staring up at him "...I can go on a date with a man a hundred times better than you tomorrow." I know I hit a nerve when his eyes narrow on me, anger swirling in those honey pools. "There is no man better than me!" Jax seethes, but I'm already halfway out of door, leaving my heart on the floor. I already have my phone out, and my lawyer on speed dial. She answers on the third ring, and I only need to tell her one thing, "Draw up divorce papers because my skanky ass husband cheated on me." I don't have to delve into the details, because she knows what's mine stays mine, and I don't want anything from Jax anyway. My phone starts ringing, and my teeth grind together as I fish it out of my purse. Tomas Horton's name flashes on my screen, and I silence it before flinging it back into my purse. He does not want to deal with me right now. I know why he's calling. He's wondering where the hell I am, but I will not be attending any celebratory party. Not with Jax. Not with the team. Certainly not with Audrey f*****g Horton, or her father, Tomas. No, my party is for one tonight, and I have a date with about a dozen cocktails at the nearest f*****g bar.