The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 102

In the days that followed, I made a conscious effort to regain my sense of agency. I threw myself into my work, channeling my frustration into every task I tackled. Aria and Lucas were by my side, offering unwavering support as I navigated the aftermath of the revelations.

Bruce was still in the hospital, and the authorities were waiting to question him. whenever he woke up.

If he woke up, of course. It was slowly occurring to me that Timothy had indeed. hit him with his car, causing spinal damage and a head fracture. Whether those would be crippling in the near future was a consequence I didn’t entirely reject.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, I found myself standing by the window, lost in thought.

Aria joined me at the window, offering a mug of hot chocolate. “You’ve been cooped up all day. Have you been out at all, besides for work?”

I shook my head, a mixture of emotions churning within me. “I’m trying. It’s just…

hard.”

On the couch, Lucas took a sip of his mug, whipped cream rubbing off on his lips. “Evie, you need to find yourself. You can’t hide forever.”

“I’m not hiding.” I said, my fingers tracing patterns on the edge of my cup. “I’ve just been busy.”

Lucas leaned forward, his gaze intense. “You shouldn’t even be at work right now. Do they not give out vacations at your firm?”

“Not like she’d take them,” Aria retorted. “You need to get out there, Evie.”

Lucas nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Get dolled up, go to a bar, and just have a good. time. Maybe even meet some strapping men on your way?”

I hesitated, the thought of stepping into the world again a daunting one. Even meeting another man out there, when Timothy had taken up so much of my focus, was slightly terrifying. More discretely, I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about shifting that focus.

But the resolve in their eyes mirrored the determination growing within me.

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felt myself break under the pressure of

me. My reflection stared back, though she was more polished than she felt. My lipstick was a striking red and my eyes were outlined with

media feed, the images of Timothy’s newfound hero status glaring back at me. It was a bitter pill to swallow–the realization that he

when I looked at those images. The irritation I had felt before transformed into a simmering determination. If

sense of purpose, I headed to the bar that

energy of people seeking to escape their own realities. The air

possibility, and I was determined to seize

the bar, my heart raced. I felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety,

my own

Timothy. He was there, his presence like a ghost

him, and myself, that I was not defined by the

and ordered a drink to start the night out. Hopefully some liquor

wore on, I felt the glances, the curiosity of those around me. It was as

low enough to expose a good amount of cleavage, and curious eyes certainly

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likely female fans

Timothy slid out of his seat and started approaching me. His expression was strained as he tapped

to keep my voice low and seductive. Timothy. When did you get here?” He shifted uncomfortably,

“Well, you kind of blended in. There’s already a

his buttons had a surprising draw to