The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 62

With Aria’s support, I embarked on a mission to uncover Linda’s sinister background. Armed with determination and fueled by a desire to clear Timothy’s name, we delved deeper into Linda’s past, leaving no stone unturned.

Days blurred together as we scoured social media platforms, online forums, and news articles for any shred of information that could unveil Linda’s background. We sat huddled together on the couch, our laptop screens illuminating our faces. We stumbled upon platforms where Linda’s obsession with Timothy was laid bare, manifested through fan edits, heart–studded posts, and a virtual shrine dedicated to the man who had captured her infatuated heart.

“It’s like she’s been weaving this twisted narrative in her head for years,” Aria murmured, a tinge of unease in her voice.

I huffed. “She is obsessed with him.”

We continued to scroll, our eyes scanning post after post that showcased Linda’s unsettling fixation. Timothy’s face adorned every corner of her digital realm, a stark reminder of the lengths she had gone to maintain her illusion.

The day turned to dusk, the amber glow of the setting sun casting a warm hue across the room. With every revelation, I felt more and more repulsed by this woman. Linda was not just a simple pet–sitter.

“Evie, look at this!” Aria exclaimed, pointing at her laptop screen.

My eyes darted to the screen, where an article headline caught my attention: “Timothy Hayes: From Hockey Star to Family Man?”

My heart pounded as I read the article, a growing sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. The paparazzi interview had Linda at the center, her face splashed across the screen as she spoke in a tone that was equal parts saccharine and calculated.

“Timothy and I were always thinking of having kids,” Linda went on, flipping her hair. “We figured now, with the legal stuff out of the way, we could finally settle down and produce the fruits of our love.”

I nearly gagged at that last line.

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“I can’t believe my ears, Aria grumbled, turning away. “As if he’d throw his career away over her.”

As the interview continued, Linda’s words became more fantastical. She spoke of shared dreams and whispered promises, alluding to a future that would never exist. My mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the audacity of her self- deception.

declared, her eyes blazing with determination. “Have you already spoken

my fingers intertwining as Timothy’s pained expression swam to the forefront of my mind. He hadn’t appreciated what I had done with Linda, although my intentions hadn’t

“But I told him

table. “Oh. Why did you go to that dinner, Evie? She was pretty

my thoughts. “I know. I just… I had a feeling that something was off about

It’s only natural that

but looking back, I should have seen through her act,” I admitted. “Linda was

her arm around me and pulled me into a hug. “Don’t be too hard on

and narrowed my eyes.

gave me a wink. “Because he’s your biggest fan,” she

rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but consider her words for a moment. He had communicated a similar sentiment at that

shifted to the window, where the fading sunlight bathed

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couldn’t change the past, but I could play

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“I’ll try talking to him again, see if we can

arm gently. “That’s my girl!”

before Timothy’s apartment door, my heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. My knuckles rapped

He probably wouldn’t answer. I wouldn’t blame him if he

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of surprise and relief, a flicker of something familiar in his eyes. Before he could

I began, my words spilling forth with a raw honesty. “I know I should’ve been more cautious with Linda, and I would never give her any private information about

to lift from his shoulders. “Evie, hold on.

after such a fast release. Fortunately, he had caught all of it,

better than to jump to conclusions. I know you wouldn’t sabotage

lips, a glimmer of understanding passing between us. “Let’s just say we both let our emotions

chuckled softly, a warmth spreading through the

had once strained our connection seemed to ebb away. It was a tentative step toward

his chin. “Why did you