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?” Aria asked

tears. “I’ll show

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,

flooded my mind. I turned to Aria, my voice trembling with a mixture

magazine on the counter and placed it in my hands. Her

I read the headline: “Sleeping her way

“What the hell is this?” I shouted, my voice rising with indignation as I threw the

“I picked it up at one of the

the magazine back up and flipped through the first couple

the words that painted a false and damaging narrative. According to the tabloid, Jasper had tipped them off, claiming that I had been fired from my internship due to poor

infuriating, but what struck me the most was the

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personal gain. It was a betrayal of

for.

turned to Aria, my voice shaking with anger.

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

the situation head–on. “I need to find out what he’s up to,” I said, my determination unwavering. “And I need

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

dripping with smugness. “I have here a recording and a

sank as I watched Jasper produce a recording and a photo. The 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 suggest

it had felt good. I had gone on to declare that I was

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

close enough, and get me to say the right things. That night at the bar was a blur,

false narrative, and I couldn’t understand how he had managed to obtain such damning material. He’d made my words sound seamless and intentional,

alongside me, her expression a mix of concern and

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