Being married to someone as famous and popular as Nico, wasn’t for the weak. Fan girls crowded every hockey game’s stand and meet and greet, hoping for a chance to lay eyes on their celebrity crush.

And you couldn’t blame them. After all, you married the guy.

But it also meant you had to go everyday, watching millions of women fawn over Nico—Your husband—As though you didn’t even exist in their world. Online was one thing, but in person?

It made your blood boil when they’d see you and him together, then choose to flirt with him in front of you without a second thought; disregarding the ring on your finger.

But you put up with it for Nico’s sake, so you didn’t steal any attention away from him.

Whether it be girls coming up to him during dinner and asking for a picture with him, and then for his number—while you sat right next there—to people only talking directly to him in a group setting as though you were invisible.

While you believed Nico didn’t notice those things, he did.

He just didn’t want to end up on some article, taking things out of context. But you didn’t deserve that, and he hated seeing you treated that way.

It was post-game interviews, and Nico’s team had won. You were by his side while reporters and journalists approached him, despite you insisting on standing back and waited.

One man with a microphone and camera crew stepped up to talk to him, and after Nico’s line of questioning, his gaze swung onto you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Miss… uh-“

Nico cut him off with a sharp glare. “Mrs. Mrs Hischier.” And then he was pulling you away.