The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 92

As I walked down the long hallway, my thoughts swirled in a storm of anger, hurt, and confusion. Bruce’s sinister words echoed in my ears, and that vile video played back in my mind. The image of that video tape burned itself in my mind.

How had things come to this point? I had believed in Timothy, had allowed myself to be vulnerable with him, only to have that trust shattered by his thoughtless actions. The memory of our laughter, our conversations, and the stolen glances. now felt tainted by the knowledge of that recording.

My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. The anger wasn’t just directed at Timothy or Bruce; it was directed at myself for ever allowing such a situation to unfold. How had I been so blind?

I reached the mailbox at the end of the hall, my hands trembling as I opened it and mechanically retrieved the contents. Nothing but bills, advertisements, and junk. The anger within me grew, a wildfire threatening to consume all reason.

As I closed the mailbox, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. How naive I had been to believe that there was anything pure between us. That I’d been more than just a body to add to his endless supply of desperate women.

I slammed the mailbox shut and started back down the hallway. A large form was approaching from the other end, unmistakably Timothy’s, and I averted my eyes.. He waved regardless, a bright smile emerging on his face.

“Hey, Evie. How are you doing?” Timothy’s voice was warm, genuine, as if nothing had changed. I wonder how many times he played back that video, or who he showed it to.

I paused just a few steps away from him, my expression carefully neutral. “Are you planning to record my response to that too?”

Confusion flickered across Timothy’s features, his brows furrowing in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

The bitterness that had been simmering beneath the surface burst forth, my words sharp and cutting. “Oh, come on, Timothy. You seemed to have a habit of recording things without people’s consent.”

His eyes widened in realization, and it was as if the weight of the world had settled

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Chapter 92

upon his shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, but I wasn’t ready to let him explain himself just yet.

“You know what you did,” I snapped, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. “You recorded us. Our first time, and for what? To show off to your buddies?”

Timothy’s face paled, and his expression was a mixture of regret and guilt. He stammered, struggling to find the right words amidst the storm of emotions. “Evie, h–how did you…”

being squeezed in a vise, the pain of his betrayal slicing through me like a blade. “I trusted you, Timothy. I let my guard down, allowed myself to believe

filled with desperation. “Evie, please. Let me

me. “Explain? What could possibly justify your actions? What exactly were you trying to prove?” Timothy’s gaze was anguished, and his voice was a plea. “It was a stupid bet, Evie. They wanted proof

pain. “Congratulations, Timothy. You’ve succeeded in proving that.

cheeks, my resolve faltering as the reality of the situation crashed over me. “You should have known better, Timothy. You should have known that what you did was a violation of my trust.” His expression mirrored the torment within him, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m so sorry, Evie. I never

been inflicted, the trust that had been shattered. “I can’t

his fingers grazing along my shoulder. I

be with someone who could betray me

chance to protest, I turned and walked

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from her book, her eyes. widening at the sight of my disheveled state. “Evie, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen

my breaths ragged as I struggled to contain the

closed her book, leaning forward with a worried expression. “Tell me, Evie.

weight of the truth I had just revealed. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, trying to

He has a video of me and

eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open as she stared at me in utter disbelief. “What?

anger simmering just beneath the surface. ” He somehow got his hands on a video

When?” I sighed. “Back in High School. He made a bet with his friends saying that he could

a toxic mix of betrayal and humiliation welling up within me. “Well, he did,

whole time? Is that why you were always

as I struggled to find the right words, the

her eyes at me, his frown deepening with each second. “Are you two having sex now?” “Obviously not!” I screamed, slamming my fists on the couch cushion. “I don’t even want to be near him after all

fists at her sides. “So you had

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she stated, more

hung my

my own feelings, Aria. I wanted so badly to