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.

bad is it?”

my tears. “I’ll show you,” I said, and

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

walked back inside the apartment building, I couldn’t shake the anger and frustration that simmered within

I couldn’t hold back the torrent of questions that flooded my mind. I turned to Aria, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. “It’s not like

on the counter and placed it in

I read the headline: “Sleeping her way to

is this?” I shouted, my voice rising with indignation as

compassion. “I picked it up at

the magazine back up and flipped

damaging narrative. According to the tabloid, Jasper had tipped them off, claiming that I had been fired from my internship due to poor performance but had resorted to selling my body to Mr. Erickson in

and infuriating, but what struck me the most was the image they had

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was a betrayal

for.

Aria, my voice shaking with anger. “This is

own expression filled with anger and disbelief. “I know, Evie. Jasper must have some ulterior motive for

that moment. I needed to address the situation head–on. “I

the situation. The news had already picked up the story, and Jasper

a photo that prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Evie and Mr.

compromising position, though I knew I

was my voice, unmistakably, saying that Mr. Erickson had kissed me and that it had felt good. I

to hear

didn’t recall

had told Jasper. 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

narrative, and I couldn’t understand how he had managed to obtain such damning material. He’d made my words sound seamless and intentional, as if me ever sleeping with my boss was something that I would

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

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