I Dumped a Scumbag and Married A Boxer Star-Chapter 19: Knock Him Out!

Chapter 19: Knock Him Out!

The crowd was ruthless.

"Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!"

As Raphael stepped into the ring, the stadium exploded with noise.

The audience was full of his devoted fans, eager gamblers, and the type of people who just loved a good fight.

Some were chanting his name, others were screaming insults, but it was all background noise to Ines.

She pushed her way through the bodies swarming around the ring, her cast bumped into people as she tried to get a better view.

The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, hyping up the fight.

"In the red corner, a veteran of the sport! A man with fists of steel! The one and only, Antony, 'The Reaper' Mendoza!"

"Whoaaaaaaa!!!!"

The crowd roared.

Antony was older than Raphael but more experienced.

He had been fighting for years, and it showed.

His face was lined with scars, his build was stockier, and his moves were calm, measured.

Ines swallowed hard, "you have my scream, Raphael..."

Then, the announcer's voice echoed again:

"And in the blue corner! The rising star, the undefeated fighter, the beast himself—Raphael Giovanni!"

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The cheers were even louder. He was the star.

Raphael barely acknowledged the noise. He rolled his shoulders back, his face looked completely unreadable as he tapped his gloves together.

Ines felt a strange sense of pride. That was her husband.

And yet, there was some eating fear in her stomach.

As the referee gave the final instructions, Ines shifted in the crowd, trying to find the best spot to watch. But suddenly—

Someone shoved her...Someone bumped into her hard.

Ines stumbled, her cast slammed into a man's back. He turned around, looking annoyed.

"Watch it, midget."

Ines scowled. "Maybe don't stand like a wall."

The man sneered, looking her up and down. He recognised her.

"Rich girl doesn't belong here."

She ignored him, focusing back on the fight just as the bell rang.

!!! Round One !!!

Raphael and Antony circled each other.

Antony was testing him, throwing light jabs, keeping his distance.

Raphael didn't bite—he was watching, analysing.

Then, Antony lunged. There was a sharp right hook.

Raphael dodged it, slipping under and delivering a brutal counter to Antony's ribs.

The crowd exploded.

Ines grinned. 'That's my husband.'

She tried stepping closer to the ring, but another push sent her stumbling forward.

Her bad arm slammed into a man's shoulder.

She hissed in pain.

"Jesus, lady, why are you even here?" some guy muttered.

"Shouldn't you be sipping champagne in a penthouse?" another jeered.

Ines clenched her jaw. 'Screw them.'

Her eyes snapped back to the fight just as—

Antony landed a punch...A clean hit to Raphael's jaw.

"Raphael!" Ines gasped.

Raphael's head snapped to the side. The impact looked brutal.

"Yeaah!!!!"

The crowd went wild, half of them cheering, half of them groaning.

Ines' heart stopped.

'Get up. Get up. Get up.'

Raphael staggered back but didn't go down. He spat to the side and rolled his neck.

Then, he smiled.

It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the kind that made her stomach twist—the kind that promised violence.

Antony hesitated for just a second.

Raphael took advantage.

A left hook. A body shot. Another right to the jaw.

Antony was reeling.

"Yeaaah!!!!"

"Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!"

The crowd roared.

Ines exhaled shakily, her fingers gripped the edge of her cast. She hadn't even realised she'd been holding her breath.

The bell rang.

-Round One—over.-

Raphael walked back to his corner, his coach wiped sweat from his face and pressed an ice pack to his jaw.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes found Ines in the crowd.

She gave him a look that said, "You scared me, idiot."

He smirked.

Then the bell rang again.

-Round Two.-

Second round was a disaster...Raphael was off his game.

Antony was dodging every punch, slipping past Raphael's attacks with ease.

The older fighter was patient, experienced, waiting for the perfect openings.

And then—he found them.

Another hook to Raphael's ribs. A sharp jab to his cheek. Another hit straight to his temple.

Raphael stumbled.

"Noo!!!"

"Get up!"

"Fight!"

The crowd was shouting.

Ines' stomach dropped.

She had never seen him struggle like this before.

His entire presence was built on dominance, power, and control. But right now, he was losing ground—losing the round.

Antony smirked. He knew it too.

Raphael tried to reset, but he was missing punches, swinging just a little too late, his timing off.

"Come on, Raph!" Ines shouted, gripping her cast so tightly it hurt.

Then—BAM.

Antony landed a hard uppercut. Raphael's head snapped back, sweat flying from his skin.

Ines felt like she was going to be sick.

The bell rang.

Round Two—over was over.

Raphael walked back to his corner, his breathing turned heavy. His coach was yelling, trying to keep him focused, but something wasn't right.

And that's when it happened.

A hand grabbed her arm.

"Your boy's looking weak, sweetheart," a man sneered.

Ines turned to face him with her hot eyes.

It was the same guy who had shoved her earlier—some loud-mouthed drunk who had no business being near her.

She yanked her arm away. "Don't touch me."

"Relax, princess. Just making conversation."

"Make conversation with a wall."

He laughed. "Feisty. Too bad your husband's getting his ass kicked. Guess money can't buy talent."

That was it. That was the final straw. Ines punched him.

With her broken arm.

Pain shot through her body like lightning.

She screamed, her cast collided with the guy's face, and he staggered back, stunned.

"You crazy little—"

Before he could finish, Ines grabbed the nearest beer bottle and swung it at him.

-Crash.-

It shattered.

The crowd around them turned into a mess.

Security rushed in, and suddenly there were shouts, bodies moving, people pushing.

And then—

"Ines?!"

Raphael's voice cut through the madness.

He was out of the ring.

Ignoring his coach. Ignoring the fight. His eyes locked onto her.

He looked furious.

"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped, grabbing her arm.

"He started it!" she yelled.

"Are you insane?"

"He—he—"

"You broke a damn beer bottle on his face!"

"I was improvising!"

Raphael breathed out, dragging a hand down his face. His fight wasn't even over, but here he was, dealing with her.

He looked over at the guy on the ground, still groaning. Then back at Ines.

And then—he laughed.

She blinked. "What?"

"You're insane," he muttered.

Then he grabbed her hand—gently this time—checked her cast, saw how swollen it was.

His face turned serious.

"Does it hurt?"

"Like hell."

"Good."

She gasped. "What the—"

He smirked. "Maybe next time, don't throw punches with a broken arm, idiot."

Before she could yell at him, someone called out—

"Raphael, get back in the ring!"

Round Three was starting.

He sighed, gave her one last look, then turned and ran back.

Ines held her arm, still fuming—but deep down, her heart was racing for an entirely different reason.

"You care, you idiot..."