The Jersey Chaser's Endgame

In an instant, the internet exploded. Thousands of fans flooded their posts with comments, all congratulating the perfect couple.

"Oh my god, my ship is finally real!"

"Get married right now!"

Many fans started digging up old clips of Gordon and Savannah's interactions at various events.

"They are a match made in heaven! They so belong together. This is the sweetest couple in history!"

"I agree! They should get married right now. They look so perfect together! I believe in love again!"

I read the comments and let out a cold laugh. Then, I immediately dialed Gordon's number.

"Ooh, not so rough…"

The moment the call connected, Savannah’s flirtatious giggles and Gordon’s panting murmurs echoed from the other end. The call lasted only a few seconds before it was abruptly disconnected.

A wave of physical nausea and overwhelming rage washed over me. That night, I immediately posted a photo of our Nevada marriage certificate on my private account.

The next day, I booked the earliest flight to Los Angeles. I wanted to see just how long Gordon could keep this charade going once I was back.

However, my X account was completely overrun with hate overnight.

Suddenly, I became a headline, too. The top search result screamed: "Shameless Woman Fakes Marriage Certificate with Super Bowl MVP Gordon Ryder."

Less than ten minutes later, Gordon posted a response on X. He admitted to dating me in college but claimed we had parted ways amicably long ago.

He claimed the only person he was wholeheartedly pursuing now was Savannah.

Thousands of fans commented under his new post. Most of them were tearing me apart.

"How shameless! They broke up ages ago, and she goes and fakes a marriage certificate! So desperate!"

"She's ridiculously shameless."

"Get lost and stay away from Gordon! He deserves better!"

"Gordon doesn't love you anymore, disappear from his life!"

Just as I got off the plane, Gordon's call came through.

He told me to meet him at his mansion in Beverly Hills.

However, a work emergency demanded my immediate attention, and I had to deal with it first. I didn't make it to the mansion until after I finished my work, close to midnight.

I didn't expect him to wait. To my surprise, he'd been stewing in the mansion all day.

I walked in and saw him sitting on the living room sofa. The moment he saw me, he immediately bombarded me with questions: "It's midnight! Where the hell have you been?"

I was already exhausted from the unexpected work crisis. I had barely sunk into the sofa when he launched into his tirade. The audacity made me laugh. "You cheated, and you're yelling at me? You should be grateful I showed up at all."

He froze the moment he heard the word "cheated." After a beat, he composed himself, his tone softening as he tried to justify his actions. "I'm a two-time Super Bowl MVP. You're not on my level anymore."

"Oh? Not on your level? What's that supposed to mean? I think I'm doing just fine."

"Ha!" Gordon scoffed, looking at me with utter contempt. "I'm a two-time Super Bowl MVP. I have hundreds of millions in endorsements, a net worth in the billions. And you? You're just some freelance UX designer. We're not in the same league anymore, Natalie."