Chapter 122 122: Two Victories, One Loss
The ice hadn't even settled from the final play before they came rushing in.
Cam was the first.
"YOU DID THAT!" he shouted, nearly crashing into Baby as he wrapped him in a tight hug.
Wong followed right after, grabbing Saint by the shoulders. "Nah, nah—this was insane. You two were insane!"
Ricky and Rode joined in, laughter, cheers, gloves hitting helmets, bodies colliding in celebration.
For a moment—
Just a moment—
Everything was perfect.
Baby laughed breathlessly, adrenaline still rushing through him, his chest light, his heart full as he turned—
Looking for Saint.
Always Saint.
He found him just a few steps away, surrounded but somehow… distant.
Still.
Watching.
Baby smiled, pushing past Cam, weaving through their teammates as he made his way toward him—
"Saint—"
"And ladies and gentlemen!"
The commentator's voice boomed across the arena, cutting through the celebration like a blade.
The noise shifted.
Not gone.
Just… redirected.
"Before we wrap up tonight's incredible match, we have something special for you all!"
Baby slowed.
Brows pulling together slightly.
Something about the tone—
Off.
"…what is that?" Wong muttered under his breath.
Cam frowned. "That's not part of the schedule."
The crowd buzzed.
Curious.
Anticipating.
Baby's steps faltered for half a second… then continued.
Saint was right there.
Just a few steps away.
Just—
—
Saint moved.
Not toward him.
Past him.
Baby blinked.
Confusion flickering across his face as he turned slightly—
Watching.
Trying to understand.
And then he saw her.
Kora.
Standing in the center of the rink.
Calm.
Composed.
Like she belonged there.
Like she'd been waiting.
Something shifted.
Deep.
Sharp.
Unwelcome.
"Tonight," the commentator continued, voice filled with excitement, "it seems our star player, Saint Kross, isn't just taking home one victory—"
Baby's breath caught.
"—but two."
The world tilted.
"No…" Baby whispered under his breath.
Saint stopped in front of Kora.
The arena went quiet.
Not completely.
But enough.
Enough for the moment to breathe.
Enough for the heartbreak to settle in.
Baby didn't move.
Couldn't.
His skates felt… stuck.
Like the ice had swallowed him whole.
'Turn around,' Baby thought.
'Look at me...'
'Say something.'
Saint didn't.
Kora smiled softly.
Beautiful.
Poised.
Deadly.
And then—
Saint dropped to one knee.
The sound that left Baby's chest didn't make it past his lips.
It died there.
Strangled.
No.
No.
No, no, no—
This wasn't real.
This couldn't be real.
The ring caught the light.
Bright.
Blinding.
Mocking.
The crowd gasped.
Then erupted.
Cheers.
Shouts.
Phones rising.
Cameras flashing.
But Baby heard none of it.
All he could hear…
Was the silence inside his own head.
Saint's voice moved.
His lips formed words.
Words Baby couldn't hear.
Didn't want to hear.
His vision blurred.
For a second—
Just one second—
Saint hesitated.
His eyes flickered.
Not at Kora.
At him.
And that…
That was the worst part.
Because for that one second—
Baby saw it.
Regret.
And still—
Saint took Kora's hand.
Slipped the ring onto her finger.
The crowd exploded.
Kora laughed softly, covering her mouth in mock surprise before nodding.
"Yes."
The word echoed.
Loud.
Final.
Unforgiving.
Baby staggered back.
One step.
Then another.
"That bastard," Cam hissed beside Baby, glaring at Saint with hatred.
Baby ignored Cam, his chest tightened violently, like something inside him had snapped—clean, irreversible.
This wasn't just heartbreak.
This was humiliation.
Public.
Absolute.
The man who whispered I love you like a promise…
Just chose someone else.
In front of the world.
Baby let out a broken breath.
A sound that didn't belong to him, and then his gaze dropped.
Just for a second.
Then he turned.
And walked.
Not fast.
Not dramatic.
Just…
Gone.
Behind him, the crowd kept cheering.
The cameras kept flashing.
Saint stood there—celebrated, surrounded, victorious.
Two victories.
And somewhere in the distance—
A phone buzzed.
Baby didn't check it.
Not yet.
He couldn't.
Because if he did…
He knew—
Whatever was waiting on that screen…
Would finish what Saint just started.
And this time—
There would be nothing left to break.
He could hear Cam and Wong calling him as he marched toward the parking lot, but he ignored them.
Everything was over.
He finally made it into THC, yet it was the worst day of his life.
Saint had managed to make a memorable day a nightmare for him.
"Baby, stop, you can't drive right now!" Cam shouted, running toward Baby as he entered his car.
"Shit! Move!" Cam suddenly bumped his shoulders into a man walking in front of him, and without looking back, he continued rushing toward Baby.
"Captain, listen to Cam, please!" Wong added, running toward Baby.
They were too late.
Baby had already started the car, and with the agony eating him from within, he stepped on the gas and sped out of the parking lot.
"Baby! Jesus!" Cam gasped as Baby nearly ran him over with the car.
"Fuck!" Cam cursed, patting his pockets for his keys. "He shouldn't be fucking left alone right now. I'm gonna kill Saint!" he roared, his face turning red in anger.
"Come on, I'll drive," Wong said, hurrying over to his own car.
"You're not in the right mood to drive, either," Wong muttered, entering his car.
Cam wasted no time hopping into Wong's car, and for the first time, he was thankful for Wong's crazy driving skills.
It better help them catch up with Baby.
In a quiet riverside, Baby leaned against his car, staring blankly at the water.
He held his phone in his hand, the weight of the unchecked message weighing on his mind.
He closed his eyes, replaying the moment Saint walked away from him and got on his knees in front of Kora.
He chose Kora.
In the end... Oliver was right.
What signs had he missed?
Where had he gone wrong?
Why did Saint betray him this way?
He thought… then shook his head.
Whatever he thought no longer mattered.
Everything had ended.
He was alone.
No family, no partner.
He should never have met Saint Kross. Unfortunately, he did, and now his life was wrecked.
"No!!!" Baby suddenly screamed, clutching the phone in his hand as he roared to the sky.
The pain was too much that he was starting to feel numb.
He looked down at his phone and smiled.
Why was he stalling?
Nothing could hurt more now—he was already at rock bottom. Can't get any lower.
Unlocking his phone, he prepared himself for whatever was in there.
There, in his inbox, sat an unopened message from the culprit.
He clenched his jaw, his thumb hovering over Saint's name for a second before he tapped on it.
Saint: \[I'm sorry, Baby. Every moment was real with you, but... I want a normal life… and I can’t have that with you. I'll always love you, but let's end this.\]
Baby stared at the message longer than he intended, engraving every word into his head.
Pain shoved a rugged blade into his heart and twisted mercilessly.
His hand trembled slightly, his chest constricting with pain.
A normal life...
Normal...
He nodded once and looked away from his screen.
Then, very slowly, he walked toward the river.
It was over.
He was going to make sure that it was truly over.
Saint would have the normal life he asked for, and Baby was never going to be a part of it. Not even in passing.
Splash!
The sound of Baby's phone falling into the water soothed something in him.
He was drowning every memory he'd made with Saint.
Pictures, texts, videos.
He didn't need them anymore.
Slowly, he turned.
Opened his car and got in.
Then he drove away, calmly… too calm.
He was going home.
No need to go back to the rink—he already knew he got into THC. Sloane could send the paperwork over.
He was going home.
To finish everything.
He was going to tell his parents everything.
He needed to hear those degrading, disappointed words.
He needed all the bad energy one could take in a lifetime.
Screech!!!
Baby was drawn back to reality by the loud screech in front of him.
His eyes widened as he saw the speeding truck in front of him.
He gripped the steering, trying to save himself.
Dying was never part of the day's plan… or was it?
It was too late.
The impact was already happening.
Bam!
Baby's car collided harshly with the truck, somersaulting over and over.
By the time the car wedged upside down against a tree, Baby’s body went still, blood slowly driving out from the driver's side.
He should never have loved Saint.
He should have guarded his heart…
His life too.
The End...
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Author's Note:
Yo, chill... every story doesn't have a happy ending. This is one of those.
I'm sorry, just feeling a little villainous today.
See ya'll in my other stories, bye😊.