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.”

brother and Alex, who appeared to be growing increasingly uncomfortable. “Business?” he echoed,

“Look, I really should be going,” he stammered, making a hasty

away,

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

a smug glint in his eye. “Relax, baby brother,” he replied, his tone. dripping with condescension. “It

every reason to be worried when

widened, clearly reveling in Timothy’s frustration. “Let’s just say it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement,” he teased, refusing to provide any further

a few steps toward Andy until he was towering over his brother. His height was probably the one thing he had over Andy. “Care to

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he relented, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Im working on a little sponsorship deal with Alex’s company.

Timothy dumbfounded. A sponsorship deal? It seemed odd that his brother would be collaborating with his rival, especially when they were competing on the same team. The

demanded. “And why skulk around if you’re so

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

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

anger simmering. “This is my career, Andy.

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

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,

over him.

the exhilaration of the game felt hollow. The rivalry with Alex had always been a challenge he relished, but now it was

his brother had brushed off their conversation, the secretive dealings with Alex–it all felt strategic. And now, as

was Mark, a talented defenseman who had always been

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was something off about his performance. He seemed sluggish, his movements hesitant, and his passes

once been his trademark.

with each passing moment. It was as if Mark were

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

over to Mark, he couldn’t contain his anger any longer. “What the hell are

“What’s it to you?”

working together, but you’re out their fumbling

the other players on the ice turned their

and he pushed Timothy away, his voice laced with bitterness. “You think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” he

exchange had drawn the attention of the coaching staff, and the head coach, Coach Anderson, skated over, his brow furrowed in concern.