The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 118

The sun was dipping below the horizon as I walked out of the office building. I had endured another grueling day at work, battling nosy co–workers and an all too invested boss. As I approached the parking lot, I couldn’t wait to escape the suffocating atmosphere and head back to the sanctuary of my apartment.

But as I turned the corner and spotted my car, my heart sank, and my steps faltered. There, in bold and viciously red spray paint, the word “whore” adorned every inch of my car’s windows. Fury boiled up inside me like a volcano about to erupt, and I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white.

“What the hell?” I muttered to myself, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief.

Without thinking, I stormed over to my defaced car, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. As I stood there, my phone buzzed insistently in my bag. I pulled it out, and Aria’s name lit up the screen. I answered the call with a voice quivering with rage.

“Aria,” I spat out, “you won’t believe what just happened.”

Aria’s voice on the other end was laced with concern. “What happened?”

My voice shook as I struggled to contain my anger. “Someone vandalized my car, Aria. They spray–painted the word ‘whore‘ all over it.”

There was a stunned silence on the other end, followed by Aria’s outraged exclamation. “Oh my god. Did you see who did it?”

“No, I didn’t!” I practically shouted into the phone. “And they must have done it hours ago because it’s already dry.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll figure this out. Just come home.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Okay”

As I hung up the phone, I couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that coursed through me. This wasn’t just a random act of vandalism; it was a targeted attack on my character, an attempt to smear my name and reputation. Why would someone do this?

When I arrived back at my apartment, Aria was waiting for me outside the building. She rushed over to give me a comforting hug, and I clung to her, my

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tears mingling with the anger that still simmered beneath the surface.

it?”

embrace and wiped my tears. “I’ll show you,” I said, and she followed me

anger as she took in the hateful graffiti. “Those monsters,” Aria muttered under

I couldn’t shake the anger and frustration that simmered within me. Who could have done such a vile thing,

the apartment, I couldn’t hold back the torrent of questions that flooded my mind. I turned to Aria, my voice trembling with

for a moment, her expression conflicted. She reached for the magazine on the counter and placed it in my hands. Her eyes were filled with sympathy

headline: “Sleeping her way to the top, accompanied

had been smoldering within me erupted like a wildfire. “What the hell is this?” I shouted, my voice rising with

her eyes brimming with compassion. “I picked it up at one of the stands

I picked the magazine back up and

painted a false and damaging narrative. According to the tabloid, Jasper had tipped them

were baseless and infuriating, but what struck me the most was the image they had painted of me–a woman who would compromise

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a betrayal of

for.

my voice shaking

“I know, Evie. Jasper must have some

mind raced with possibilities, but I couldn’t dwell on Jasper’s motivations at that moment. I needed to address the situation head–on. “I need to find out what he’s up to,” I said,

any updates on the situation. The news had already picked up the story, and Jasper was front and center, speaking to

our claims,” Jasper declared, his voice dripping with smugness. “I have here a recording and a photo that prove

image showed Mr. Erickson and me in a seemingly compromising position, though I knew I never would’ve kissed him. He was merely standing in front of me, though the camera angle tried to

however, was even more damning. It was my voice, unmistakably, saying that Mr. Erickson had kissed me and that it had felt good. I had gone on to declare that I was

to hear my

more was that I didn’t recall all tch statements, but

He had to have been close enough, and get me to say the right things. That night at the bar was a blur, but Jasper’s intentions with meeting me there were clear as

to obtain such damning material. He’d made my words sound seamless and intentional, as if me ever sleeping with my

me, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “This is

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