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?”

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

anger as she took in the

the apartment building, I couldn’t shake the anger and frustration that

flooded my mind. I turned to Aria, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. “It’s not like I know what

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

I read the headline: “Sleeping her way to the top, accompanied by a

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

with compassion. “I picked it up at one of the stands in town. You

the magazine back up and flipped through the

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 performance but had resorted to selling my body

struck me the most was the image they had painted of me–a woman who would compromise

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was a betrayal of everything I believed

for.

Aria, my voice

filled with anger and disbelief. “I know, Evie. Jasper must

head–on. “I need to find out

any updates on the situation. The news had already picked up the story,

voice dripping with smugness. “I have here a recording and a photo that prove beyond

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

had kissed me and that it had felt good. I had gone on

shocked to hear

even more was that I didn’t recall all tch

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 there were

obtain such damning material. He’d made my

alongside me, her expression a

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