All Chapters of The Famous Hockey Star Is My Patient : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Very generous

IVY'S POV The quiet in my apartment had become a familiar enemy.I moved through the motions of another ordinary day — making tea I barely drank, folding laundry I didn’t need to fold, staring at the same four walls that no longer felt like shelter but like a cage of my own making. The ache in my chest had become a constant companion, dull but persistent, flaring up at unexpected moments. A song from Ronan’s playlist would play on the radio, or I’d catch myself reaching for two mugs instead of one, and the pain would hit fresh all over again.I had started going for longer walks in the mornings, trying to reclaim some sense of normalcy. The city felt both too loud and too empty. People rushed past me with their own lives, completely unaware that mine had fractured in ways I was still trying to understand. Some days I felt strong for choosing myself. Other days I felt like a coward who had run away from the best thing that had ever happened to her.Today, my phone rang while I was

Heart is still yours

IVY'S POV The Chicago job offer sat in my inbox like a quiet ultimatum.I hadn’t replied yet. Every time I opened the email, my finger hovered over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I found myself drifting through the apartment, touching things that reminded me of him, even though I had left most of our shared memories behind in the penthouse. A hoodie I’d stolen from him during one cold night. The notebook where I’d written his progress notes mixed with secret hearts. The playlist he made me, which I still listened to when the silence became too loud.Today, the loneliness hit harder than usual.I curled up on the couch with my laptop, telling myself I was just going to check the news. But my fingers betrayed me. I typed his name into the search bar. Old game highlights appeared first. I clicked one before I could stop myself.There he was — Ronan Hale in his prime, standing tall in the net, ice-blue eyes focused, body moving with that powerful grace I had fallen

Until I read the words

IVY'S POV The days were growing colder, both outside my apartment and inside my chest.I had started forcing myself into a loose routine — morning walks, simple meals, and occasional freelance consulting work from home. But every task felt like wading through thick fog. The ache of missing Ronan had become a constant background hum, flaring up at random moments and leaving me breathless. I would catch myself smiling at something funny on TV, only to remember he wasn’t there to share the laugh with. Or I’d make two cups of coffee by accident and stand there staring at the extra mug until the tears came.Today, the fog felt thicker than usual.I opened my email after breakfast, hoping for any distraction. Instead, I found a message from a respected sports medicine clinic I had interviewed with weeks ago. My heart lifted for half a second — until I read the words.Dear Ms. Summers,After careful consideration and review of recent public developments surrounding your professional profi

The Job Offer

IVY'S POV The quiet in my apartment had become a ritual I both hated and relied on.I spent most mornings forcing myself through small routines — making tea I barely sipped, stretching in the limited space near the window, and trying to read articles about sports medicine that no longer felt like they belonged to me. The Chicago job offer still sat unanswered in my inbox, a constant reminder that life was moving forward whether I was ready or not. Some days I felt strong for keeping my distance. Most days I felt like I was slowly disappearing.Today, I was scrolling through my phone during a rare moment of courage, trying to catch up on the world outside my four walls. I avoided anything related to Ronan as much as possible, but the algorithm had other plans. A short video from a sports news account appeared in my feed, and before I could scroll past, his name caught my eye.I pressed play with trembling fingers.The clip was recent — filmed in the Defenders’ training facility. Ro

So Silly

IVY'S POV The days in Boston had started to form a fragile new shape.I had settled into a small, sunlit apartment near the clinic, with big windows that overlooked a quiet street lined with trees. It was nothing like Ronan’s penthouse — no floor-to-ceiling views of the city, no luxurious kitchen, no echo of his voice calling my name from another room. But it was mine. A space where I could breathe without the weight of memories pressing in from every corner.Therapy had become my anchor.I had found a kind, no-nonsense therapist named Dr. Maya Reeves just a few blocks from my new job. Our sessions were held twice a week in a cozy office with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. Today was my third session, and I arrived with my journal tucked under my arm, feeling both nervous and ready.Dr. Reeves greeted me with her usual warm smile. “How have you been since last time, Ivy?”I sat down and let out a long breath. “Better some days. Harder on others. I keep replaying the moment I

Have fun tonight

IVY'S POV The days were starting to feel a little less heavy, even if the ache in my chest remained constant.I had just finished a quiet morning walk when my phone lit up with messages from Jenna and Liam. They had flown in the night before as a surprise, refusing to let me wallow alone any longer. Their texts were full of determination and love.Jenna: Get dressed. We’re kidnapping you for the night market tonight. No excuses. Liam: Bring your smile. We’re making it our mission to see it today.I smiled despite myself — a small, tentative thing that felt foreign on my face. Part of me wanted to stay curled up in my apartment, safe in the silence. But another part, the part that was trying so hard to heal, knew I needed this. I needed my friends.By evening, they arrived at my door like a burst of color in my gray world. Jenna pulled me into a tight hug the moment I opened it, while Liam ruffled my hair like we were back in college.“You look like you haven’t seen sunlight in week

This is huge

IVY'S POV The night market glow still lingered in my mind the next morning, a small pocket of warmth in the middle of everything else.I sat at my small kitchen table with the Boston job offer email open on my laptop, reading through the details again and again. Competitive salary. Relocation assistance. A chance to lead rehab programs for a rising NHL team. Professional respect in a new city where my name wasn’t attached to scandal headlines. It was everything I had told myself I needed when I left New York — distance, a fresh start, a way to rebuild my career on my own terms.And yet, my finger hovered over the reply button without pressing it.Liam and Jenna were still in Boston for a couple more days, refusing to leave until they saw me smile at least once more. They had shown up at my door with coffee and bagels, dragging me out for a late breakfast at a cute café near my apartment. Now we sat at an outdoor table, the morning sun warm on our faces while they hyped up the oppo

Someone has to be

IVY'S POV The acceptance email for the Boston job still sat in my drafts, unsent.I had written it three times, rewritten it twice, and closed the laptop each time with trembling hands. Every version felt too final, like signing away the last fragile thread connecting me to Ronan. So I left it there, a digital ghost hovering in the background while I tried to keep moving forward.Jenna refused to let me drown in that limbo.She had organized a proper girls’ night at my apartment — “No excuses, no canceling, and absolutely no moping allowed,” she had texted earlier. When she arrived that evening with bags full of snacks, face masks, and two bottles of wine, I felt the first genuine smile in days tug at my lips.“You’re a force of nature,” I told her as she pushed past me into the kitchen, already unpacking everything like she owned the place.“Someone has to be,” she replied, hugging me tightly. “You’ve been carrying too much alone. Tonight we’re unpacking some of it together.”We se

A new city

IVY'S POV The moving truck felt too small for everything I was carrying.Not just boxes and furniture, but the weight of decisions, memories, and a heart that still hadn’t learned how to let go. I stood on the sidewalk of my new Boston neighborhood, watching the movers carry the last of my things into a modest one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a quiet brick building. The air smelled different here with a faint hint of the harbor a few miles away. The city buzzed with its own rhythm, energetic but less overwhelming than New York.This was my new beginning.Liam and Jenna had flown in again to help, refusing to let me do this alone. They were inside now, arguing playfully over where to put the couch while I stood outside trying to catch my breath. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of packing, goodbyes, and quiet tears in the middle of the night. Accepting the Boston job had felt like the right choice in the moment, but standing here now, it felt both liberating and t

Wait what?

IVY'S POV The first morning in Boston felt like stepping onto a new stage with unfamiliar lights.I stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment, adjusting the collar of my professional blouse for the third time. The navy fabric was crisp and new, chosen specifically for this day. My hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and I had applied a touch of makeup to hide the shadows under my eyes. I looked like the competent, professional therapist I had always prided myself on being. But inside, my stomach was a knot of nerves and quiet hope.This was my fresh start.I grabbed my bag, locked the door, and walked the short distance to the Boston Storm’s training facility. The building was modern and bright, with glass walls and the faint scent of ice and effort in the air. The head of the medical department, Dr. Ramirez, greeted me warmly at the front desk and gave me a quick tour. The rehab area was well-equipped, with state-of-the-art machines and private treatment rooms. It fe

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