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.

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

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

Stella’s mocking laugh entered my mind. That woman was known to be a piece of work, and he’d

sympathy was quickly

heavy heart, I shook my

said, my words heavy with sincerity. “Take care of yourself,

hallway. I could feel his

heard him mumble, right as the doors sealed

work, to shut out the constant buzzing of phones and the chatter of my colleagues, but the ever–watchful presence of Jasper made it nearly impossible. He lurked in the periphery of my vision, his gaze burning into me like a laser, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease every time I sensed

my desk like a vulture waiting for its prey. Every time he passed by, a

me into his office that afternoon. I hoped dearly

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sank 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 passing

with false charm as he leaned back in his chair. “I couldn’t help but notice that you haven’t been finishing any cases lately. Care to

trying to muster the courage to respond. “I’ve just been swamped with work.” I said tightly. “It’s been a hectic few

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

chill run down my spine at his words. I knew exactly what he was insinuating, and I couldn’t believe he was going there. “Mr. Erickson,” I said,

was a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Evie, you don’t understand. I could make your life so much easier as my wife. Think about

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

forward, his tone

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

Despite his desperation, he didn’t seem to

as I returned to my desk

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I knew I had made the right choice in rejecting his

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

“Evie? Is that you?”

tell