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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over us like a silent sentinel. The morning sun bathed the property

serious, attempted to negotiate certain assets of the estate, hoping to 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 to her,

her voice unwavering. “This estate holds immense. sentimental value for me,

looked genuinely perplexed. “What’s so special about this place, Scarlett? It’s just a

not just a piece of property,

exactly?” Timothy

snapped. “Don’t you pay attention to the

“Why would

with the weight of suspicion and uncertainty. Timothy’s concern was

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

I can’t say for certain,” I replied cautiously. “It’s possible that Andy

and he ran a hand through his

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so adamant about this estate. My

eyebrow at him then. “Since when did

shoulders slumping. “I’m just doing what’s necessary,

met the eye. His

what you want, Timothy?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. “To fight over property and assets? Is this the person you’ve become?”

answers. “Look, I’ll see what I can do

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

again. One time around the Hayes family was enough to send me spiraling. But then I

me to proceed, I couldn’t afford

nodded. “I’ll try to get more

her eyes glittering. “We have to do whatever it takes, Evie. This is for your sake

I watched Scarlett, her resolve unwavering, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of duty and determination rise within

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