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Hockey became my sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of my troubled home. But stepping onto the ice that fateful day thrust me into an unexpected rivalry. Grayson Hayes. Captain of our rival team, embodied everything I despised. Our clashes were fueled by a deep-rooted hatred. Beneath the surface, a dangerous tension simmered, but there was more to our rivalry than met the eye. Grayson had ruthlessly crippled my brother, shattering his dreams with a single calculated move on the ice.

I am a trophy husband. No joke, but sometimes it does seem funny when I say it out loud. And sometimes, it doesn’t seem funny at all. But don’t feel sorry for me - I’m married to one of the most beautiful women in the world. She’s on a list. Just keep in mind that for every beautiful woman you see, there’s a man who got tired of her.

Once inseparable, my best friend and I were torn apart after a night of fiery passion—a memory forever etched in my mind, its details lost in a hazy fog. Now, Alex May is my bitter rival, his indifference cutting deeper than any blade. The looming national state championships intensify the stakes, fueling the fire of that unforgettable night. In the arena's dim light, tension crackles. Each stride, each thud of the puck, echoes unspoken words. The remnants of our once unbreakable bond intertwine with a burning desire for vindication.

He comes to fix your photocopier, but really, Fred’s an inventor. At night, he goes to work. He has goals, ambitions, and when offered the task of building a better electric chair, he jumps at the chance. People have to die—he believes in the occasional necessity of evil—but what if we could kill them more humanely? A death specialist, first in his field but forever under-appreciated, he’s charmed when a new generation of fascists come calling for his expertise. A Holocaust denier is on trial in Toronto—could Fred prove the gas chambers never existed?

“As a creature of American fiction, the successful business executive is often not a pleasant person. Sacrificing friends, family, love, and principles in his lust for success, he is depicted as outwardly brutal, inwardly empty, having killed off even his capacity for joy. Rich, powerful, alone at the top."

My wife Sloane is trying to motivate me. I know she means well but I wish she'd stop. Or try something a little more conventional. But conventional is not what she does. Never has, never will. For better and for worse. Until death do us part.

When I met Oakley, I was a newly-promoted detective, the youngest in LAPD history. She was a rookie cop, stuck impersonating a hooker to catch johns for the Vice Squad. I had to admit, she looked good in her role. Too good. So I asked her out, liked what I learned about her and wound up marrying her. To the surprise of everyone who knew us. But only I knew the truth about her. Until she turned the tables on me.

Until I met Laurel, I thought I’d never get married. But one look at her and I knew I had to put a ring on her. What I didn’t realize is that rings mean different things to different people. Exploring those differences can be exciting, terrifying, or supremely satisfying. Or with any luck, all three.

“He wants me to have his baby,” my seductive wife said to me. For years I loved my bachelorhood so much, I thought I’d never marry. Then I met Nadia. From the moment I first saw her, Nadia had me. But when I found out what she did for a living, I almost ended it. Until I realized how foolish I was being. That’s when life really got interesting. I had no idea being a cuckold would be so thrilling. Then Nadia’s bull put an end to all of that. And our lives were never the same again.