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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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…”

vise, the pain of his betrayal slicing through me like a blade. “I trusted you, Timothy. I let my

with desperation.

I struggled to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “Explain? What could possibly justify your actions? What exactly were you trying to prove?” Timothy’s

succeeded in proving that. You’ve also succeeded

known better, Timothy. You should have known that what you did was a violation of my trust.” His

sorry wasn’t enough. Sorry couldn’t undo the pain that had been inflicted, the trust that had been shattered.

his fingers grazing along my shoulder. I snatched myself away and

who could betray me

him a chance to

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

couch, my breaths ragged as I struggled to contain the overwhelming emotions

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

of the couch, my heart heavy with the weight of the truth I had just revealed. I ran a

has a video of me and Timothy…

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

surface. ” He somehow got his

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

throat, a toxic mix of betrayal and humiliation

each other this whole time? Is that why you were

the right words, the

narrowed 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

“So you had sex with Timothy, and he

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she stated, more so

I hung my head, unable

Aria. I wanted so badly to believe that he