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.

mine, and in that moment, I saw a 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

been natural before, practically one friend helping the other.

a moment, and Stella’s mocking laugh entered my mind. That woman was known to

some solace or advice, but my sympathy was quickly eroding. I

a heavy heart, I shook my

get better,” I said, my words heavy with

I walked away, my footsteps echoing in the hallway. I could feel his eyes trained. on

you….” I heard him mumble, right as the doors

nearly impossible. He lurked in the

my space, hovering around my desk like a vulture waiting for its prey. Every time he passed by, a shiver of discomfort ran down my spine. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was up to something, that

when he called me into his office that afternoon. I hoped dearly that it wouldn’t be a repeat of that one night, when he’d cornered

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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

oozing with false charm as he leaned back in his chair. “I couldn’t help but notice that

work.” I said tightly. “It’s been a hectic few weeks,

his smile never reaching his eyes. “I see,” he said. “Well, Evie, I

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

eyes. “Evie, you don’t understand. I could make your life so much easier as my wife. Think

squared my shoulders and met his gaze head–on. “Mr. Erickson, I will not engage in

he leaned forward, his tone icy. “You

his towering height. I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer.

out of his office. Despite his desperation, he didn’t

smirk as I

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I had made the right choice in rejecting his advances, but

nursing a drink and trying to drown my troubles in alcohol. I was sitting at the counter when a familiar voice interrupted

“Evie? Is that you?”

Jasper standing beside me, a look of surprise on his face. My initial. instinct was to dismiss him, to tell him that I wanted to be alone, but the alcohol had dulled my senses, and my