The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 116

The next morning, I awoke to a world that felt heavier than usual. The news of Timothy and Stella had shaken me to the core, setting the mood before the day even began. As I left my apartment, I couldn’t shake the numbness that had settled into my bones.

With every step, my heels clicked mechanically on the glossy floor. The anger, the violence, the shattered dreams–it was all too much to bear. How had things gone so terribly wrong?

I tried to tell myself that I was being irrational. Timothy had already disappointed me with the Bruce situation. I shouldn’t have expected him to prove me wrong, but there’s a possibility that I’d hoped he would.

As I rounded the corner of the apartment hallway, my footsteps slowing, my heart ached at the sight before me. Timothy beside his apartment door, fumbling for his keys. His arms were covered in angry cuts, and his eyes held a certain dullness.

I reduced my pace to a slow stroll until I was standing beside him, observing his struggle. “What happened to you?”

He turned to face me, and the way his eyes brightened startled me. “Evie,” he breathed lightly, almost dropping the keys in his grasp. “I thought you’d already be at work.”

“I’m running late,” I said quickly. “Why are you all banged up? Did something happen?”

Timothy paused for a moment, then looked down at the bandages on his arms. As he began to speak, I could only fear the worst. Bruce was still gone, and I was certain that he held a vendetta against Timothy just as much as he did me.

“Stella happened,” Timothy replied.

I couldn’t help but recoil at the mention of her name. “Stella?” I whispered, my heart sinking. “What did she do?”

Timothy’s shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the ground. “She crashed my car last night,” he explained, the words laced with bitterness. “Ran us right into a ditch”

A surge of anger and sorrow welled up inside me as I took in the extent of

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Timothy’s injuries. The image of him riding alongside her, possibly for a night in the town or a luxurious date, seared its way into my mind. “Are you okay?” I asked weakly.

flicker of vulnerability. “I’ll be fine,” he said hoarsely. “It’s just a few bruises and cuts. But my car is a wreck, so I’m stuck using the taxi service until it gets

was to offer my help. It would have been natural before,

entered my mind. That woman was known to be a piece of

to offer some solace or advice, but my sympathy was quickly

a heavy heart,

get better,” I said, my words heavy with sincerity. “Take

feel his

you….” I heard him mumble, right

Jasper made it nearly impossible. He lurked in the periphery of my vision, his gaze burning into me

a shiver of discomfort ran down my spine. I couldn’t shake the

me into his office that afternoon. I hoped dearly that it wouldn’t be a repeat of that

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and suggested that I offer

as I approached his door, my mind racing with all the possible. reasons for the summons. I stepped into the room, my apprehension growing with each

charm as he leaned back in his chair.

work.”

his smile never reaching his eyes. “I see,” he said. “Well, Evie, I could make things easier

I couldn’t believe he was going there. “Mr. Erickson,” I said,

don’t understand. I could make your life so much

I will not

leaned forward, his tone icy. “You don’t know what you’re

challenging him despite his towering height. I couldn’t bite my

his desperation, he didn’t seem to protest this. If anything, he seemed even more

flash of his nauseating smirk as I returned

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in rejecting his advances, but I feared there would be

bar, nursing a drink and trying to drown my

“Evie? Is that you?”

to dismiss him, to tell him that I wanted to be alone,