The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 64

The night was draped in a gentle stillness. For once, I actually prepared for a nice, calming slumber. After taking a steaming hot shower, I decided to take on my long–abandoned beauty ritual.

With my hair set in rollers, I stirred up a unopened batch of facial cream, which I then spread all over my face. The minty fragrance left a calming tingle on my skin. as it cooled and dried. In the meantime, I had my feet propped up on the tub for a quick pedicure job.

Perhaps it was the ease with which the evening unfolded, but I felt comfortable. enough to pamper myself. Often, I opted to leave these things for the morning. when time was already crunching down on me. However, as I sat on the toilet lid and spread ruby red nail polish on my toes, I started to regret my prior negligence.

I had actually hugged Timothy, and I didn’t even feel ashamed afterward. Just that moment of contact had left me with a buzz that refused to wear off, even as I grew tired.

After washing the mask off my face, I walked to the kitchen to prepare some tea before bed. As water heated in the electric pitcher, I draped myself over the counter, a smile widening on my lips.

When a faint sound reached my ears, I sat back up and stared into the distance. It was almost like a whisper, ghostly in nature, as it drifted through my door. I tiptoed to the door and gently pushed it open, allowing the dim hallway light to illuminate my path.

There, standing in the corridor, was Linda. My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend the sight before me. What was she doing here?

Before I could fully process her presence, she had successfully picked the lock to Timothy’s apartment. The door creaked open and she poked her head inside, her wide eyes scanning the room with an eerie intensity.

A surge of determination coursed through me, and without a second thought, I sprung into action.

lunged forward, my fingers curling around Linda’s wrist just as she was about to slip into Timothy’s apartment. With a swift motion, I pulled her back, my voice a fierce whisper that cut through the silence.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed, my eyes narrowing on her.

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Linda’s eyes widened in surprise, her initial confidence faltering under my unexpected intervention. “Who are you?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

I scoffed in disbelief. “Really? You had dinner with me, remember?”

She tilted her head to the side, feigning ignorance. “Really?”

My grip on her tightened and I moved to press her against the wall, effectively cornering her. “Whatever. What matters is why you’re trying to break into Timothy’s apartment.”

Her eyes darted around the hallway, her panic evident. “I… I just wanted to talk to him.”

My anger flared at her audacity. “In the middle of the night?”

busy during

caused him. Do you have any idea

her eyes. “He loves me, but he’s way too private. I got a little irritated,

“He hardly knows you, Linda. All

believe we had something special, and then he discarded me like I was

shook my head in disbelief. “Linda, you’re delusional. Timothy is not responsible for your

bitter laugh escaping her lips. “You have no idea what

about.”

you’ve been stalking him, disguising your obsession as something

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as I mentioned her twisted intentions. Her facade cracked, revealing

find a way to get Timothy’s seed, I’m going to have his children. Just

my voice low and steady.

her arms. “I should’ve known you were one of the sluts he kept

motion, I raised my hand and delivered a sharp slap across her

“Creating such a scheme, thinking you can impregnate yourself with his seed?

hand flew to her cheek, her eyes filling with tears. “You have

that you wind up in the gutter that you belong in,” I countered, my resolve unyielding. “And if you think for a second that you

her. Linda’s resolve wavered, her desperation now tinged with uncertainty. Her eyes bore

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intimidation get the best of me. With a steady gaze, I met her

wavered, a flicker of doubt dancing in her eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

smile to curve my lips. “Am I?”

within me. I held the

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a trump card I was

options. She was trapped, cornered by her own web

she finally hissed, her voice

have evidence of your obsession, your online activities, and a trail of breadcrumbs that leads straight to your

choice, one that could determine her fate. The silence between us stretched, the weight of our confrontation

proof,” she