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.

his eyes meeting 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 taxi service until it

heart ached for him, and my first instinct was to offer my help. It would have been

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

but my sympathy was quickly eroding. I knew I had to leave for

heavy heart, I shook my

words heavy with sincerity. “Take care of

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

heard him mumble, right

my 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

passed by, a shiver of discomfort ran down my spine. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was up to something, that he

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

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that I offer him “special”

racing with all the possible. reasons for the summons. I stepped into the room, my apprehension growing with

began, his voice oozing with false charm as he leaned back in his chair.

took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to respond. “I’ve just been swamped with work.” I said tightly. “It’s been a hectic few weeks, and I’m doing my best to catch

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

felt a 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, my voice trembling

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

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

faltered, and he leaned forward, his tone icy.

I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer.

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

of his nauseating smirk as

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right choice in rejecting his advances, but I feared there

myself in a dimly lit bar, nursing a drink and trying to drown my troubles in alcohol. I was sitting at the counter when

“Evie? Is that you?”

to tell him that I wanted to be alone, but the alcohol had dulled my senses, and my words came out in a slurred,