The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 61

The days following the scandal seemed to blur together, a chaotic whirlwind of media frenzy and public speculation. I couldn’t escape the constant updates and headlines that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. Even my workplace. offered no respite, as colleagues whispered and exchanged knowing glances in the corridors.

After another grueling day at the law firm, I found myself still consumed by thoughts of Timothy. I was going to speak to him, sooner or later. Inevitably, I would also have to mention that I’d actually met with Linda before everything fell apart.

With a sigh, I grabbed my bag and headed for the exit.

As I stepped out of the glass doors of the law firm, the bustling city greeted me with its usual chaotic energy. The weight of the day’s work still clung to me, but my thoughts were consumed by something far more unsettling the relentless. storm of scandal that had engulfed Timothy.

I knew I couldn’t stand idly by, allowing the rumors and accusations to spread unchecked. Determination fueled my steps as I made my way through the crowded sidewalk, my mind set on one goal – checking on Timothy.

The sound of my heels clicking against the pavement was a rhythmic backdrop to the cacophony of city life. As I walked, I noticed a growing commotion ahead, a cluster of flashing cameras and eager voices.

My heart sank as I realized that the paparazzi had found their next target. Me.

Cameras clicked and flashes blinded me as I instinctively raised a hand to shield. my eyes. Reporters clamored for my attention, shouting their usual symphony of accusatory and invasive questions.

“Evie, are you jealous of Linda?” one voice called out, the words slicing through the air like a dagger.

The question hit me like a tidal wave, catching me off guard. Jealous? Of Linda?

The mere thought was absurd, and yet the question hung heavy in the air, waiting for my response.

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My jaw clenched, and I felt a surge of frustration coursing through my veins. “Linda is a desperate nobody!” I shot back, my voice laced with a venomous edge.

The words tumbled out before I could even process them fully, a spontaneous retort fueled by resentment, and maybe fear. The cameras continued to flash, capturing my moment of defiance for the world to see.

With a harsh stride, I pushed past the paparazzi, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. I had no time for their relentless scrutiny – my focus was on Timothy.

Minutes later, I was standing before Timothy’s apartment door, my heart pounding in anticipation. I raised my hand to knock, but before my knuckles could make contact, the door swung open, revealing Timothy in a state of disarray.

His clothes were disheveled and his thick hair was a half–dried mess on the top of his head. His skin shined with a thin film of perspiration, or possibly shower water, as he stumbled out of the door with a loud sigh.

All at once, he noticed me standing there, eyeballing him.

His

mine, a mix of surprise and relief washing over

I greeted, offering a small but genuine smile.

head from side to

lip.

him, his gaze never leaving mine. “Have you seen what’s been

nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been

his frustration palpable. “I can’t believe this shit. I actually let that

took a deep breath, slightly unnerved by his outburst. “Hey, you’ll

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want to believe that, Evie,” he said, his expression softening.

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him, my hand reaching out to gently rest on his arm. “You’re not alone in this, Timothy. We’ll

offered me a small

better of him, and he soon stepped away from the door. He checked his watch and glared at

“I’m supposed to

my publicist later

least give it a shot,” I urged, my voice steady. “What really happened

you haven’t seen, really. She posted a bunch of pictures of herself

an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “So there was

into something it’s not.” I handed his phone back

frustration etched on his features. “Me, probably. Or at least the fantasy of having me, judging from how intimate some of

were.”

strewn about Timothy’s bed, sitting seductively in lingerie with a glass of wine. I felt my hands tighten into fists, furious on Timothy’s behalf. What’s worse is that I had been in her home, blissfully

raw with emotion. “I never had any romantic involvement

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pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and I felt a growing

was off about Linda,” I told him. “When I met with her the other night for dinner, she seemed overly fixated on you. It was like she was trying to prove something, to show

furrowed, his gaze locking

other night,” I confessed, the weight of the truth heavy on

eyes widened, a mixture of shock and hurt crossing

wanted to see if there was any truth to the rumors. She seemed overly fixated on you, almost like she was trying to

over. “And you

said. “I didn’t

breaths