Page 31 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

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Lexi

The next night was another episode of the reality show.

It was the first one since I’d filed for divorce.

If I was a gambler, I’d bet they were probably about to trash the crap out of me on network TV.

Everyone had already done it online and on every social media platform.

Chances were good the show would continue the trend.

The show viewings generally happened at Jillian’s place—and that was where we were now.

When I walked in here, it felt more like an animal knowingly going to slaughter. It was in my contract that I had to attend. So, here I freaking was.

Ready to not only get the icy cold-shouldered reception from most of my own teammates—but also to watch the train wreck of my life unfold on screen as well.

The only good thing about all of this garbage was that my dad hadn’t called or so much as messaged me.

I assumed that he and Marianne were on an extended honeymoon. Because I knew if he’d seen what had been going on, he’d be on the first flight out here.

Or at least call.

It surprised me that Marianne didn’t know what was going on, either. I mean, men could definitely be oblivious to a lot of things. But Marianne struck me as the type of mom who never lifted her finger off her kids’ pulse.

Then again—I wasn’t her kid.

If she knew what was going on between me and her son, she’d stand behind her own flesh and blood.

Neither of which I was.

If she knew I’d left Trey, she’d believe him over me, anyway.

Anyway, that was the only saving grace out of all this mess—my dad still didn’t know. And postponing that shitshow from happening served me just fine.

I’d waited until the last possible minute to leave my apartment.

Most of my team was still chilly toward me. With Gigi being at the top of that list.

I certainly hadn’t won her over from our last game.

“Shh, it’s starting,” Niki said, alerting everyone to the horror show that was about to begin.

After the beginning theme song and montage, Marco and Lola appeared on the stage. The sound of the audience applauding in the background played.

“Lola, so much has happened since our last episode.” Marco clapped his hands together.

Lola smiled and announced, “Yes! Our women are in the playoffs!” Her hands shot up into the air and she did a little shake. Of course, her large chest shook with her.

“They are indeed,” Marco smiled then added, “but not without another blast of Trey and Lexi drama.”

It might not have been noticeable to everyone. To me, though, I saw a change in Lola’s demeanor. The gigantic smile she’d displayed a second ago slipped slightly.

“It’s sad news, Marco,” she said with a slight tilt of her head. “I thought they’d make it.” Even the tone of her voice had softened a lot.

“Well, let’s just say with Lexi accusing her husband of adultery,” his eyebrows rose, “she’s not exactly making any new friends.”

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