The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 132

TIMOTHY POV

The ice was slick beneath Timothy’s skates as he glided across the hockey rink. The sharp blades of his skates cut through the surface, sending sprays of ice crystals. into the air. The arena was alive with the sounds of the game, the thud of sticks against pucks, the clatter of players colliding, and the cheers of the crowd.

But amid the cacophony of the game, there was a deafening silence that echoed in Timothy’s heart. He had come to this match with a sense of resignation, knowing all too well what he would find–or rather, what he wouldn’t find.

Evie. Her absence hung like a heavy shadow over the arena, a void that seemed to swallow the very essence of the game. Timothy had known that she wouldn’t be there, but that knowledge didn’t make the emptiness any easier to bear.

As he raced down the rink, the puck gliding smoothly beneath his stick, Timothy couldn’t help but steal glances at the stands. He had hoped against all rationality that she might surprise him, that she might be there in the crowd, cheering him on as she had done in the early days.

The game continued with a relentless intensity, the players battling fiercely for control of the puck. Timothy’s mind should have been focused solely on the match, on the strategies and plays, but his thoughts kept drifting. He also had Stella to worry about, and the potential pregnancy.

If the results turned out positive, any sliver of hope that he and Evie had would be

torn away.

He missed her laughter, her unwavering support, and the way she had believed in him even when he had doubted himself. She had been his confidante just in those. few months, and now, she was gone.

As halftime approached, Timothy’s frustration grew. The opposing team had the upper hand, and his team was struggling to keep up. He knew that he had to focus, to give his all for the sake of his teammates, but the ache of Evie’s absence was a heavy burden to bear.

When the buzzer sounded off for intermission, Timothy skated off the ice with at heavy heart. He took off his sweat–soaked jersey, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. As he wiped the sweat from his brow, Timothy noticed a commotion near the

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locker room entrance.

His heart quickened as he recognized his brother Andy standing there, engaged in conversation with none other than his rival, Alex.

He couldn’t fathom why his brother would be talking to Alex, the very player who had been a constant thorn in his side on the ice. Seeing Andy in conversation with Alex sent a ripple of unease through Timothy.

Pushing aside his exhaustion. Timothy hastily threw on his jersey and made his way over to them, his curiosity and concern growing with each step.

“What are you two up to?” he asked as he approached the pair.

Andy turned to face him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Timmy,” he greeted, his tone casual. “Just conducting a little business here, that’s all.”

narrowed as he glanced between his brother and Alex, who appeared to be growing increasingly uncomfortable.

“Look, I really should be

away, leaving him

what’s going on?” he pressed, his frustration mounting. “Why were you talking

eye. “Relax, baby brother,” he replied, his tone. dripping with condescension. “It was just a little deal. Nothing for you

patience wearing thin. “I have every reason to be worried

say it’s a mutually

his limit, Timothy took a few steps toward Andy until he was towering over his brother. His

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brushing shoulders ast he passed. “Fine, fine.” he relented, holding his hands

It seemed odd that his brother would be collaborating with his rival, especially when they were competing on the same team. The implications of such

“And why skulk around if

nonchalant attitude infuriating. “I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he replied,

aside. The thought of his brother and his rival working together, potentially gaining an advantage over him,

anger simmering. “This

took a step closer to his brother, his voice cold and calculating. Timothy, you need to focus on your game,” he advised, “Because it could

Andy turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Timothy seething with frustration and resentment. The intermission was drawing to a close, and he knew he had to return to the ice, but the shadow of his

over him.

of the crowd and the exhilaration of the game felt hollow. The rivalry with Alex had always been a challenge he relished, but now it was tainted by the knowledge that his

the secretive dealings with Alex–it all felt strategic. And now, as he skated onto the rink, his attention was drawn to a teammate, one whose actions raised alarm bells

defenseman who had always been

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the game. But now, there was something off about his performance. He

once been his trademark.

each passing moment. It was as if Mark were purposefully throwing

of his caliber. The team was suffering, and Timothy could see the potential

his anger any longer.

“What’s it to

squinted. “This is a team, damn it,” he spat. “We’re supposed to be working together, but

whistle, and the other players on the ice turned

voice laced with bitterness. “You think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” he shot back. “Maybe you should worry about your own problems

Anderson, skated over, his brow furrowed in concern. “What’s going here, fellas?” he demanded, his