Stolen Glory The Champion’s Return

My girlfriend rigged the championship fight, handing the gold medal I had bled for to her golden boy.

All because he already had bronze and silver—and only needed gold to complete his collection.

At the victory party, she casually told me I could just wait for the next season.

Oh, I waited.

I packed my bags, walked out of her life, and blocked her on everything without looking back.

Until five years later, when we met again in the arena.

I fought my way to the top and crushed her golden boy beneath my boots.