The Boxing Champion Called Me His Caregiver Chapter 07

The Boxing Champion Called Me His Caregiver Chapter 07

Alyssa refused to return my childhood home.

Instead, she demanded an outrageous divorce settlement.

She wanted half of everything Logan had accumulated over the years.

Every fight purse.

Every dollar of prize money.

Every dollar of endorsement income.

Every piece of property.

“I stood beside you while you fought your way back.”

“I managed your professional relationships.”

“I did everything a wife was supposed to do.”

Her chin lifted.

“The childhood home was my birthday gift.”

“The other properties and cars were gifts too.”

“You bought them willingly.”

“So why should I give any of it back?”

“I’m only claiming what I deserve.”

For the first time, Logan didn’t give in.

“None of that was ever supposed to be yours.”

His voice was ice.

“It was all meant for Tess.”

“It was what I owed her for those eight years.”

“You’re not touching a single cent of it.”

That was the final crack in Alyssa’s composure.

She laughed.

A harsh, broken sound.

“Logan, don’t stand there pretending you’re some devoted lover.”

“I’m not the one who hurt Tessa the most.”

“It was you.”

“You were the one who called her your paid live-in caregiver in front of every reporter there.”

“You were the one who kept her from getting treatment.”

“You were the one who told me to teach her a lesson.”

“You were the one who pushed her to the edge.”

Logan slammed a thick stack of evidence down in front of her.

The doctored recordings.

The hospital’s security reports.

Evidence that she’d filed a false police report.

“Sign the papers.”

“Agree to the divorce.”

“Return the childhood home.”

His voice never rose.

“If you keep dragging this out…

“I’ll hand every piece of this over to the police.”

“I’ll make sure your reputation and career are finished.”

Alyssa stared at the evidence.

Then she snapped.

She hurled anything within reach across the room.

Picture frames.

Glassware.

Lamps.

Finally, she picked up a shard of broken glass and cut her wrist.

Logan didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

He simply watched her.

Cold.

Expressionless.

When she realized threatening him no longer worked, she decided to take him down with her.

Before Logan could stop her, Alyssa went public.

She exposed everything.

The recording of him demanding a divorce.

The truth about his secret marriage.

The eight years I’d spent beside him.

The dispute over ownership of my childhood home.

Even the carefully staged media spectacle at the championship gala.

Within hours, a media firestorm erupted.

But the public didn’t take her side the way she expected.

People weren’t stupid.

Questions flooded social media.

If Logan had always known how much Tess had sacrificed…

Why did he let her be humiliated?

Why did he watch her get thrown out of a hospital?

Why did he do nothing when she was framed and taken into police custody?

“They’re not a power couple.”

“They’re two parasites who bled her dry.”

“Logan built his comeback on the woman who saved him…”

“…then kicked her aside the moment he got back on his feet.”

Overnight, the nation’s beloved boxing champion became a disgraced cheater.

Fight offers disappeared.

Sponsors dropped him one after another.

Everywhere he went, people cursed him to his face.

To cover the termination penalties and pay off the remaining balance on my childhood home, Logan sold his entire trophy collection.

He took back the house and cars he’d bought for Alyssa.

At last…

The deed to my childhood home was finally put back in my name.

He emailed me photos of the deed.

I never opened it.

I deleted the email.

Two weeks later, Meredith stopped me after class.

“Coach Monroe.”

“Logan has completed the paperwork to come to the UK.”

Concern clouded her eyes.

“He didn’t tell you in advance.”

“He only said he wanted to hand you the deed in person.”

My hand went still over the lesson plans.

Once, I’d believed that when Logan finally reached the top of the world, he’d take my hand and face

the world with me beside him..

Now…

He was finally putting my name back where it belonged.

Too late.

He no longer had the right to stand at my side.

That evening, the setting sun washed Northmere’s streets in deep orange.

I pushed Nina’s wheelchair out through the front gates of Northstar Institute for Adaptive Sports.

Across the street…

A man stood waiting.

Logan.