Chapter 230

Third-Person POV

Megan paced the length of the gym, her shoes thudding against the mat in rhythm and its echoes ringing across the huge, empty space. Anticipation mixed with anxiety churned her stomach like a whirlpool beneath the veneer of calmness. It had been a roller coaster of sorts for some weeks now; this night was special for her in both career and love.

"Megan, you ready?" The sound of Jane's voice cut through the dead silence, yanking Megan from her thoughts. Megan's coach stood by the entrance, her arms crossed as she surveyed her with a mixture of concern and pride.

Megan nodded. "Yeah, just trying to get my head in the game," she said, breathing in deeply.

Jane approached her, placing a reassuring hand on Megan's shoulder. "You got this. Remember everything we talked about. The fight's not only to show the world something but to prove something to yourself as well."

Megan nodded again, this time decisively. "Right. Thanks,