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

I greeted, offering a small but genuine

head from side to

lip.

never leaving mine. “Have you seen what’s been

nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been

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

unnerved by his outburst. “Hey, you’ll get through this. You’re not

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want to believe that, Evie,” he said, his expression softening. “But it feels like everything is spiraling

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rest on his arm. “You’re not alone in

small smile. “Thank

energy soon got the better of

“I’m supposed to

at thi heet with my publicist later this

my voice steady. “What really happened with

bunch of pictures of

an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

into something it’s not.” I handed his phone back to him, my mind racing as I processed the information. While it wasn’t under the most ideal circumstances, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that Linda had only fantasized

head, frustration etched on his features. “Me, probably. Or at least the

were.”

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

romantic involvement with Linda. She’s manipulating the

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of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and I

with her the other night for dinner, she seemed overly fixated on you. It was like she was trying to

brow furrowed, his gaze locking onto mine. “What do you

I confessed, the weight

a mixture of shock and hurt crossing his features.

“I wanted to see if there was any truth to

fists clenched at his sides, his frustration boiling over. “And you didn’t think to tell me

I said. “I didn’t

turned away, his breaths coming in heavy