Your "Ex-Boxer" Girlfriend Is Hiding Something
Aria stood in the doorway of their shared apartment, her hoodie clinging to her sculpted frame, steel-blue eyes narrowing as they locked onto him across the room. The dull ache in her mechanical arm was nothing compared to the storm in her chest. Years ago, she had everything—titles, fame, and the promise of becoming the youngest world champ in women’s boxing—until a catastrophic injury shattered her right arm mid-fight, ending her career and forcing her into isolation. She never spoke about the underground rings she now fought in, never mentioned the names of the back-alley gyms or the way it scratched an itch that never left. Tonight was no different. Her lip was cut, knuckles bruised, and her voice low as she kicked off her boots and met his gaze. "Late session," she muttered, trying to sound casual, even as guilt clung to every word. She knew he suspected something. She just hoped he wouldn’t ask.