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.

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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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that led to the front entrance, the grandeur of the estate looming over us like a silent sentinel. The morning sun bathed the property in a warm, golden light, but the atmosphere was far from serene. It was a battleground,

serious, attempted to negotiate certain assets of the estate, hoping to reach a compromise that would satisfy all parties involved. But Scarlett and I

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

genuinely perplexed. “What’s so special about this place,

a step closer to Timothy. “It’s not just a piece of property, Timothy. It’s a piece of our history, a legacy that I refuse to let them take from

exactly?” Timothy

you pay attention

turned his gaze toward me. “Why would Andy

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

to myself. The mere 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

“It’s possible that Andy has his own reasons, but

was evident, and he ran a hand through his

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this estate. My family could pay a pretty penny for it, and it

raise an eyebrow at him then. “Since when did you become a businessman,

signed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m just

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

my voice tinged with frustration. “To fight over property and assets?

I can do about this, but I can’t

to negotiate with Stella over this estate. We need more information, and that

family was enough to send me spiraling. But then I recalled

to proceed,

try to get more information

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

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of duty and determination rise within me. She was right. I had promised never to let my own fears cloud

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