The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 142

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across my room. It was a new day, but the remnants of last night’s escapade weighed

heavily on me. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned with the aftereffects. of the alcohol that had fueled my

behavior.

reckles ~

As I reluctantly climbed out of bed, I couldn’t help but cringe at the memories of the previous night. Singing a love song on stage, embarrassing myself in front of a crowd–it was all so unlike me. But then again, nothing about my life lately had been typical.

I glanced at the clock and realized that I was running late for my meeting with Scarlett at the estate. I hurriedly dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, attempting to conceal the remnants of my hangover.

The drive to the estate was quiet and reflective, the scenery passing by in a blur. I couldn’t help but mull over the events of the past few weeks–the legal battle with Stella, Timothy’s engagement, and my own tangled emotions.

When I arrived at the estate, I expected to find Scarlett waiting for me, ready to dive into our strategy for the upcoming lawsuit. But to my surprise, it was Timothy who greeted me at the door, his expression somber and his demeanor more serious than I had ever seen him.

“Timothy,” I stammered, taken aback by his presence. “What are you doing here?”

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Stella had some errands to run, so I offered to step in and discuss things with you and Scarlett.”

I blinked, my mind struggling to process this new development. Timothy, the same man who had once been my confidant and friend, was now fully committed. to supporting Stella. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling disoriented and unsettled.

Scarlett arrived a few moments later, her expression one of mild annoyance. “Typical Stella, always keeping us waiting.”

The Fitzgerald estate sprawled before us, its grandeur and history evident in every meticulously crafted detail. It was a place of opulence and elegance, a symbol of a bygone era, and today, it was the epicenter of our legal battle.

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morning sun bathed the property in a warm, golden light, but the atmosphere was far from serene. It was a battleground,

reach a compromise that would satisfy all parties involved. But Scarlett and I were resolute in our stance–the entire estate had been designated to go

“This estate holds immense. sentimental value for me, Timothy. I won’t let my sister snatch it away like she

“What’s so special about this

to Timothy. “It’s not just a piece of property, Timothy. It’s a piece of our history, a legacy that I refuse

exactly?”

snapped. “Don’t you pay attention to the people around

gaze toward me. “Why would

suspicion and uncertainty. Timothy’s concern was evident, and it was clear

thought of exposing what could potentially be something innocent between Andy and Stella felt like grasping at straws, and I didn’t want to give Timothy false information without solid evidence. This could also cause conflict with Timothy and Stella, which

possible that Andy has

ran a hand through his

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about this estate. My family could pay a pretty penny

him then. “Since when did you become

signed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m just doing

than met the eye. His demeanor had shifted, and I couldn’t help but question his

tinged with frustration. “To fight over property and assets? Is this the person you’ve

I’ll see what I can do about this, but I can’t promise anything,” he finally said, his voice filled with uncertainty, before turning

go before Scarlett turned to me, her expression resolute. “Evie, I don’t want to negotiate with Stella over this estate. We need more information, and that means you

send me spiraling. But then I

it pained me to proceed, I couldn’t afford not

nodded. “I’ll try to get more

glittering. “We have to

and determination rise within me. She was right. I had promised never to let my own fears cloud my sense

from the Fitzgerald estate, I couldn’t shake the nagging doubt that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Timothy had appeared hesitant during our negotiations, his commitment to Stella and the estate not as resolute as I had expected. It was as if he