I Ghosted a Hockey God, Now He's Obsessed With MeEpisode 22

I catfished a college hockey star for two years using the campus queen's photo. Terrified he'd hate the real me, I ghosted him. A year later, we reunite. He mistakenly claims the girl in the photo, yet constantly corners the real me. When my lie is finally exposed, the ice king pins me against the door, eyes red and voice husky: "Did you really think I fell for a face? It’s always been you.