Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 208

The ear-splitting cheers of a fully charged crowd reverberated around the surroundings; fans were going crazy for the masters. Leo’s agility, his hand technique, and the coordination with his team created an air of magic, spellbinding the audience. I couldn’t help but praise him for his skill.

He was shooting the puck mid-strike, moving at a record speed. I even suspected him of using steroids for his stamina, as he was practically unstoppable. Attacking relentlessly, he wasn’t making any mistake, skillfully increasing the shots in the goal through snapshots and backhands shots, he was aiming low while shooting for precision. For the whole first period, he ruled over the rink, scoring three goals despite Bright’s teams’ defensive stance. They were two points behind before the break.

Bright’s struggle in the rink made me feel bad, as if I was the reason he couldn’t concentrate on the game. I thought that my stunt would activate his competitive mode. Leo used this tact and convinced Bright for this match, so why my instigation failed, I wasn’t sure about the exact reason.

However, when the second period started, I brought out the poster I made for Bright and stood up, reliving the days of my ice hockey addiction. I was habitual of attending every match and obsessing over the results, doing this for my exotic fiancé rejuvenated my soul.

He noticed the poster and nodded to acknowledge my best wishes. I disregarded the media’s objections of siding with Bright and gave him a shout-out, pointing out to play aggressively. The defense strategy was brilliant for normal days, but showing your cards was what he had to do right then.

Thankfully, Bright took my word and organized his team. He gifted us an empty net goal, flexing his team’s combined strength. It was a risky move to pull the goalie in the match, leaving the net unguarded. But capitalizing an offensive pressure was crucial for the win.

This goal proved to be the turning point of the match, as Bright didn’t look back after that, scoring two more points in the second period to level the score. His fans were over the moon to see him back in the game.

The result of the match came down to the last period, the nail-biting situation riveted me to my spot as the teams started playing fiercely. Leo looked at me before hitting the puck, as if promising to win. I prayed in my heart after the fourth point for his team.

"God, please don’t let Leo win. He doesn’t deserve the last laugh."

After so many troubles, my petty-self was keen to thrash his ego in the rink, ice hockey was something he was proud of. Just like he stole my peace and dignity, I wanted the same for him.

So, Bright’s fourth point soothed my taut nerves. I was able to breathe properly.

Then they attacked each other’s nets violently, desperate for the lead to seal the deal. But the expert goalies didn’t let the puck cross their deadly wall of defense. The clock was running like Usain Bolt to conclude the play time, hitching my heart rate with every passing second.

One goal!

Only a goal was needed to claim the victory, and the goalies made it seem impossible for anyone to achieve it. I could feel the temperature rising in the freezing rink as the players were playing roughly due to frustration. Shoving, hitting, punching, and jabbing the stick became common despite multiple warnings and consequences. The last two minutes of the match were a total rollercoaster.

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