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…”

like it was being squeezed in a vise, the pain of his betrayal slicing through me like a blade. “I trusted

with desperation.

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. You’ve also succeeded in

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

enough. Sorry couldn’t undo the pain that had been inflicted, the trust that had been shattered. “I can’t do this,” I choked

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

can’t be with someone who could betray me like

chance to protest, I turned and

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

onto the couch, my breaths ragged as I struggled to contain the overwhelming emotions swirling within me. “Aria, you won’t believe what’s

forward with a worried expression. “Tell me, Evie. What’s

on the edge of the couch, my heart heavy with the weight of the truth I had just revealed. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, trying to collect

has a video of me and Timothy… being

stared at me in utter disbelief.

beneath the surface. ”

and anger. “You…You had sex with Timothy? When?” I sighed. “Back in High School. He made a bet with his friends saying that he

in my throat, a toxic mix of betrayal and humiliation welling

grew incredulous as she asked, “How…So you’ve known each other this whole time? Is that why you were always

my eyes as I struggled to find the right words, the weight of the situation threatening

frown deepening with each second. “Are you two having sex now?” “Obviously not!” I screamed, slamming

fists at her sides. “So

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she stated, more so

down my face as I hung

was blinded by my own feelings, Aria. I wanted so badly to believe that he cared about