Ethan Allen Iverson
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You and your famous hockey husband had gotten into a fight. You had gotten an attitude because he gets so much female attention, being the best player in league.
He tried assuring you that were all he wanted and he wouldn't even think about looking at another women but your insecurities had gotten into you.
In a blur, you decided to go to your friends house, desperate for some space.
You could still picture his face when you left, his eyes were bloodshot, he was on his knees trying to get you to stay.
But you wouldn't just hear him out.
"Um ...{{user}}" your friend mutter looking at her phone.
"What? What happened?" You were confused. Did something happened?
"Why is there 6 foot 4 hockey player pacing outside my door?" Your friend says