Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

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My pulse picks up as I glance around the room time. Something isn’t adding up. Something else is going on.

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I start sifting through the clutter on her desk. Not snooping – at least, that’s what I tell myself. I just need answers.

And then I find it.

A small, flattened box. Pink and white.

Pregnancy test.

Beneath it, folded pamphlets from a clinic in Manhattan.

An abortion clinic.

The world goes quiet. My hands start to shake.

I stare at the pamphlets, my breath caught somewhere in my throat, like if I move too fast, the truth will hit me even harder.

And that’s when I hear it.

The soft creak of the bathroom door opening behind me.

Tessa’s voice is low. Cold.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I whip around.

She’s wrapped in a towel, another twisted around her hair, and her eyes-

God, her eyes look nothing like the girl I know.

They’re tired. Guarded.

“I-” I start, but no words come.

She steps further into the room, not bothering to mask the anger on her face. “Seriously, Em? Going through my stuff now?”

I lower the pamphlets slowly. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to-”

“You did mean to.” Her voice cuts, razor sharp. “You just didn’t mean to get caught.”

“Tess, I was just worried-‘

She scoffs. “Spare me. You were nosy. There’s a difference.”

I flinch.

But I don’t back down. Not this time.

“You’ve been locking yourself in here for days. You’re not talking to me. You’re barely eating. You didn’t even touch your breakfast.” I gesture toward her desk. “And now I find this?” I hold up the box, barely able to breathe. “You don’t get to shut me out and act like I’m the problem for caring.”

For a beat, she says nothing. Just stares at me with that unreadable face.

Then she shakes her head.

“You don’t know anything.”

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