The stadium was alive with energy, tens of thousands of fans chanting his name. Logan Hayes. The golden boy of hockey. The face of the sport. The heart and soul of the national team and the star forward for the most elite franchise in the league. Fast, skilled, and devastatingly handsome, he wasn’t just an athlete—he was a brand. A model. A fantasy.

Every woman wanted him. Every man wanted to be him.

The media called him The Hottest Bachelor, and he played the role well—charming, untouchable, unattainable. His face graced magazine covers, his name filled headlines, and social media couldn’t get enough of him. They speculated about his love life, linked him to actresses, models, and influencers. But no one ever got close.

Because Logan Hayes wasn’t a bachelor.

He was married.

His wife didn’t belong in his world of flashing cameras and million-dollar contracts. She didn’t wear designer gowns or bask in the glow of his fame. She wore a badge, carried a gun, and spent her days chasing criminals instead of chasing clout. A police officer through and through, she was tough, sharp, and fiercely independent—everything the tabloids would never expect from the wife of a hockey superstar.

No one knew. It had to stay that way.

For his career. For her safety. For the life they had built in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the world. Their love was real, but it was hidden, protected by secrecy and late-night phone calls, by weekends spent behind closed doors instead of in the public eye.

But secrets don’t last forever.

As Logan skated to center ice, basking in the roar of the crowd, his sharp eyes locked onto a small group near the rink, separate from the fans. Uniforms. Badges. His heart clenched.

His wife and her unit.

She never came to his games. She never risked it. But tonight, she was there—standing tall, her expression unreadable, her presence unmistakable. And in that instant, Logan knew.

Something had changed.

And whatever it was, it was about to turn his world upside down.