Chapter 1: The Night I Lost Everything
Everyone said I was throwing the fight, that I was a disgrace, pelting me with rotten eggs and forcing me out of the ring. Can you believe it? The humiliation burned—the eggs stuck to my skin, and so did the shame.
It was like being back in high school, the whole gym crowd turning on me in a heartbeat. The stench of eggs and sweat mixed in the air, jeers bouncing off the cheap metal bleachers. For a second, it felt like the world shrank down to that ring—cold, sticky, nowhere to hide. I ducked my head, shielding my face, but there was no escape. My heart hammered in my chest, every sound amplified.
That time, the championship belt went to my opponent. Just like that. I blinked, trying to process the loss. It hurt more than I expected.
They handed it to Carter Miles, all lights and applause. I stood off to the side, fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. I should've felt angry. Mostly, I just felt hollow. The belt gleamed under the spotlights, but from where I was, it looked cheap—like a plastic trophy in a rigged game.
My wife was furious, crying as she demanded to confront them. She wanted to storm right up to them, yelling in their faces. I stopped her. From then on, she hated Carter Miles, but somehow, she clung to me even tighter.
She stormed around our apartment, pacing in socked feet. She cursed Carter's name with a fire I hadn't seen before. She clung to me at night, holding me like she could squeeze the pain out of me. Sometimes, I thought she was angrier than I was. It almost made me believe I wasn't alone in this mess.
"Babe, don't worry. I'll clear your name. I swear, you'll see."
She said it with conviction, her eyes shining through the tears. I wanted to believe her, but something inside me just sagged. Her hand squeezed mine so tight my fingers tingled, but my hope was slipping away.
I shook my head, jaw tight. Did it even matter anymore? What was the point? The only reason I learned to box in the first place was to protect her. Even without the championship belt, I still had the strength to keep her safe. Or so I hoped.
I tried to smile for her, but my heart wasn't in it. I remembered those early days, when we were just kids and I promised I'd never let anyone hurt her. Boxing was never about the glory or the money—it was about her. As long as I could still stand between her and the world, that was enough. Or so I told myself, trying to believe it.
But what I never expected was to catch my wife meeting up with my old rival behind my back.
It was late, the gym mostly empty, and their voices drifted through the locker room vents. I was just grabbing my jacket, but I froze when I heard her laugh—soft, nervous, not the way she laughed with me. My skin prickled with dread.
"I'm still worried. With his skills, he'll take the belt for sure. I mean... what if we, I don't know, slipped him something? Just to... ruin him completely?" Her voice wavered, then she let out a shaky laugh. "Kidding. Mostly."
Her words cut through me like a sucker punch. I pressed myself against the cool metal of the lockers, heart pounding in my ears. There was a coldness in her voice I'd never heard before. It didn't sound like my Emily at all.
"For you, I'm willing to do it. Besides... he trusts me completely now." Emily's voice was low, almost mocking, with a pause that twisted the knife. I could picture Carter's smug grin, the way he always stood just a little too close. My hands started to shake. I never thought I'd hear those words from her. Not in a million years.
In that moment, my heart turned to ash. Everything I thought I knew about her, about us, just burned away.
I felt the world tilt beneath my feet, the air sucked out of the room. It was worse than any punch I'd ever taken. My mind spun, refusing to believe what I'd just heard. I wanted to burst in, demand an explanation, but I couldn't move. I just stood there, frozen in the dark. My breath caught in my throat.













