Chapter 4
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She needed release—needed to sweat out her emotions.
She pushed herself beyond limits.
Each jump and spike carried savage intensity.
As if she could pound her frustrations into the volleyball.
The coach frowned from the sideline.
"Emma! Pace yourself! You're being reckless!"
Emma ignored him.
In her mind echoed only harsh words and Alexander's confused expression.
She had to prove herself.
She could make it alone.
When a ball sailed toward the out-of-bounds line, Emma charged after it like someone possessed.
She launched herself through the air in a desperate save.
*CRASH!*
A sickening thud.
Her body slammed into the barrier.
Pain exploded through her body like lightning.
Her arm screamed with tearing pain.
The volleyball barely brushed her fingertips before landing out of bounds.
"EMMA!"
Her teammates gasped as the coach sprinted over.
Emma's face drained of color, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
She tried to stand but the pain in her arm made movement impossible.
The team doctor rushed over to examine her.
"Severe sprain, possible fracture."
The diagnosis silenced the entire gym.
Emma was rushed to the hospital.
Alexander was mid-meeting when his phone rang.
He ended the meeting on the spot and raced to the hospital.
When he saw Emma lying pale in the hospital bed, her arm heavily bandaged, his legendary composure shattered.
"Why would you push yourself like that?!"
Alexander's voice shook with emotion.
His eyes held self-blame, pain, and unmistakable anger.
He gripped her cold hand, his heart constricting.
"Because..."
Emma's voice was weak but stubborn.
"Because I needed to prove myself."
Her eyes stared past him, unfocused.
"It's the only way to show I'm not worthless."
Alexander stiffened.
He looked at her with indescribable pain.
He'd wanted to give her everything, yet somehow pushed her toward destruction.
In the corridor, camera flashes erupted.
"Legal star Alexander Sterling spotted at hospital with college girlfriend!"
"Volleyball player Emma Wilson hospitalized after relationship drama!"
Gossip reporters swarmed like sharks scenting blood.
Grainy photos with sensational headlines flooded social media.
"The Trophy Girlfriend's Downfall!"
"Campus Sweetheart Exposed as Gold-Digger!"
Vicious comments multiplied exponentially.
This time they were crueler, more personal.
Emma stared at her phone, feeling the blood drain from her body.
The label "Trophy Girlfriend" burned into her brain.
The university soon felt the pressure.
Her academic advisor called, his tone carefully measured.
"Emma, the university is concerned about this situation."
"Your scholarship status may need... reconsideration."
Emma's heart plummeted.
She'd lost everything.
Her family's support gone, friends turned away, and now her hard-earned scholarship threatened.
She looked up at Alexander.
He gripped his phone, face ashen, radiating cold fury.
"I'll handle this."
His voice was deadly cold.
"Those reporters will regret this."
"No!"
Emma's voice shook but remained firm.
"Don't fix this your way!"
Alexander turned to her, confused.
"What do you expect me to do?"
His voice held barely controlled frustration.
"You're hurt. You're being attacked. Should I just watch it happen?"
"I don't want you using your power to make problems disappear!"
Emma's eyes filled with tears.
"I don't want everyone thinking everything I have comes from you!"
"I won't lose what little dignity I have left!"
Alexander experienced a helplessness entirely new to him.
He wanted to give her everything, protect her from all harm.
Yet she kept refusing his protection, his love.
"Maybe we're just wrong for each other."
Emma's soft words cut deeper than any knife.
"What you want to give, I can never accept."
"I want love, not charity."
Alexander stiffened.
He released her hand, pain filling his eyes.
"My love is wanting to give you everything."
His voice was low and wounded.
"But everything you give just reminds me I'm not your equal."
Emma's tears blurred her vision.
The distance between them stretched impossibly wide.
"This isn't about worth..."
Alexander tried explaining, urgency in his voice.
"Then what is it?"
Emma cut him off, her voice desperate.
"Charity?"
She looked at him, eyes full of pain and conflict.
Alexander paled.
He tried to speak but found no words.
Silence fell between them again.
Only Emma's soft crying and the sound of two hearts breaking filled the space.
The silence in the car weighed more than the darkness outside.
Emma's tears dried, leaving her face rigid and cold.
She turned to the window, watching city lights blur through her tears.
"Take me back to my dorm."
Her voice was soft but final.
Alexander's throat worked once, but he remained silent.
He started the car and pulled into traffic, the steering wheel in his hands like a future he couldn't control.
The car stopped outside her dorm.
Street lamps cast long shadows that couldn't quite meet.
Emma unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Alexander."
She spoke his name softly without looking at him.
"We're done."
The words were crystal clear and brutally final.
Alexander flinched, turning to her, his eyes searching her face in the darkness.
He looked for hesitation, for doubt.
He found none.
Emma's profile showed only exhaustion and resolve.
"I can't do this anymore."
"I'm tired."
She pushed the door open without looking back.
Alexander watched her walk away, each step crushing his heart.
Just before she disappeared inside, he finally spoke.
"If you change your mind..."
His voice was rough, barely steady.
"I'll be waiting."
Emma hesitated for just one heartbeat, then walked inside without looking back.
The door closed, separating their worlds.
Alexander sat alone in his car until dawn.
...
Back in his vast mansion, Alexander felt its emptiness for the first time.
He yanked off his tie and threw it onto the leather sofa.
He grabbed a whiskey bottle and drank straight from it.
The burning liquid couldn't numb the ache in his chest.
He couldn't understand.
He'd only wanted to give her the best—how had that become harmful?
He threw himself into work, burying himself in cases.
In court, he remained the brilliant, ruthless attorney.
Alone in his office, he'd remove his glasses and see her tearful, stubborn face.
He'd won everything and had nothing.
...
Meanwhile, Emma buried herself in training and studies.
On the court, she dove, fell, rose, fell again, and rose again.
Sweat soaked her uniform as fresh bruises bloomed on her knees.
Her teammates said she'd become a machine.
Only she knew how, in the quiet darkness of her dorm room, emptiness consumed her.
She'd reach for her phone, find his contact, then lock the screen at the last second.
After meeting with her advisor and submitting documentation of her part-time jobs and family situation, her scholarship was provisionally maintained.
Life appeared normal again, as if she'd never met him.
But something had changed forever.
Then came a team scrimmage.
The new setter twisted her ankle on a difficult save and collapsed in pain.
Emma was first to her side.
Seeing her teammate's pain-contorted face, hearing her stifled cries, Emma felt an overwhelming urge to take that pain away.
She wanted the pain gone, wanted immediate healing.
In that moment, she understood Alexander.
When you truly care for someone, you'd do anything—pay any price—to protect them from pain.
That night, Emma opened her long-neglected journal.
Her pen hovered over the blank page.
"Maybe I'm too stubborn."
