The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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Late into the night, the dimly lit law firm’s office felt like a world of its own. The phones had stopped ringing, and the persistent hum of the fluorescent lights was the only sound that accompanied my solitude. I had been engrossed in settling a client’s domestic dispute, and it was during these late hours that I found myself wrestling with the complicated depths of human relationships.

The client, Hannah, had been my focus for the past hour. Her voice, trembling with a mix of sadness and frustration, poured through the phone as we discussed the possibilities of her divorce.

“He just won’t let me breathe, Evie,” Hannah’s words trembled, like fragile glass on the brink of shattering. “Every moment of my life, he’s there, hovering, as if he can’t stand to be apart from me.”

I leaned forward, my brow furrowed with empathy, even though she couldn’t see me. “Hannah, I’m here for you. Let’s talk through this. Can you tell me more about what’s been happening last night?”

Hannah’s voice carried the weight of her emotions, a burden she had likely been carrying for a long time. “He came home and he…my friend was just delivering the supplies that I needed for my craft project. George, of course, he’s a guy so Bill go. really upset and started making assumptions…”

My heart ached as I listened to Hannah confess her heartbreak. She admitted to feeling suffocated by her husband’s constant jealousy. After attempting to beat her friend Bill last night, Hannah had decided enough was enough.

“I’m so sorry you’re going through this, Hannah,” I said softly. “Let’s try to figure out the best steps for you.”

Hannah’s sigh was laden with exhaustion. “I love him, Evie, I really do. But I need room to breathe, to be my own person. At this point, I don’t think he’ll ever trust me enough to let me just be free.”

Free. What I’d give for my own freedom in times like these. “I don’t think you’re wrong for wanting those things, Hannah.”

Hannah laughed suddenly, though it was tinged with bitterness. “He thinks he’s doing it because he loves me, but I don’t feel loved.”

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Hearing Hannah’s words, I couldn’t help but recall the countless times I had tried to assert myself, to set boundaries with those who sought to invade my personal space and dictate my life. It had often felt like shouting into the void, my pleas for understanding falling on deaf ears.

“Hannah,” I said gently, “it’s essential for both partners in a relationship to have their own space and independence. Love should never feel suffocating; it should be liberating.”

Hannah’s sigh held a mixture of resignation and longing. “I know, Evie. I just don’t know how to make him see that. I’m afraid of hurting him, but I can’t continue like

this.”

you don’t want to consider couples counseling we’ll just have

office. Her plight had stirred something within me, something dark. Whether it was media attention or

silence as I sat hunched over my desk late into the night, the remnants of paperwork strewn about. Solving a client’s domestic dispute was

notes, a hushed presence approached me from behind. I could sense someone standing near my desk, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. Turning my head slightly,

graying hair was impeccably combed, and his eyes held a

barely audible

papers together, pushing them into al neat stack.

course, it didn’t curb the rest of his curiosity. “I couldn’t help but notice you

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the news, sir?” I asked, taking on a quizzical look. “I’m not

even closer, and the scent of his overpowering cologne filled. the air. His hand brushed lightly against the edge of my desk before drifting through my hair. It was

whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ear, “you must be under so

shrinking away, but his meaty fingers had already entangled themselves in my hair and taken on a tight grip. “I

closer and I trembled as his face came close enough for the stubble on his chin to scratch

of fear and disgust welled up within me. I had always considered Mr. Erickson a mentor and a respected figure in the firm. Claiming that he was always sensible was a stretch, but this was a development

my voice firm but shaking with anger. “I appreciate the

you were involved with a taken man like Timothy Hayes, it’s no wonder you’re in the news. People

cut deep, and I felt my cheeks flush with anger. “Mr. Erickson, I don’t appreciate your comments about my personal life. Timothy was my client, and there’s nothing

closer once more, his voice a menacing whisper. “Perhaps you

speechless. It was a line that should never have been crossed, and my mind raced, searching for a way to make him. understand

reconsider, Mr. Erickson,” I said hastily. “If Timothy and I are as close as you claim we are, I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate

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