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.

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

first instinct was to offer my help. It would have been natural before, practically one friend

hesitated for a moment, and Stella’s mocking laugh entered my mind. That woman was known to be a piece of

offer some solace or advice, but my sympathy was quickly eroding. I knew I had to leave for work, and the clock was ticking away

heart, I shook

better,” I said, my words

echoing in the hallway. I could feel his eyes trained. on me from a distance as I

heard him mumble,

impossible. He lurked in the periphery of

its prey. Every time he passed by, a shiver of discomfort ran down

breaking point came when he called 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 him “special”

with all the possible. reasons for

began, his voice oozing with false charm as he leaned back in his chair. “I couldn’t help but notice that you haven’t been finishing any cases

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

mine, his smile never reaching his eyes. “I see,” he said. “Well, Evie, I could make things easier for you. Besides, a

knew exactly what he was insinuating, and I couldn’t believe he was going there. “Mr. Erickson,” I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear, “I don’t need your

but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Evie, you don’t understand. I could

head–on. “Mr. Erickson, I will not engage in any inappropriate relationships to further my career,” I declared, my

he leaned forward, his tone icy. “You don’t

him despite his towering height. I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer. “I’m

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

of his nauseating smirk as I

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his advances, but I feared there would be

drown my troubles in alcohol. I was sitting at the counter when a familiar voice interrupted my

“Evie? Is that you?”

look of surprise on his face. My initial. instinct was to dismiss him, to tell him that