The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 149

EVIE POV

Stella dropped the singed photos into the nearby trash can and let them burn. The flames danced and consumed the images, leaving behind nothing but charred remnants. Stella’s eyes were ablaze with a mixture of anger and triumph as she watched the photos disintegrate.

“Evie, you really shouldn’t threaten me like that,” Stella said coolly.

I couldn’t hide the shock and disappointment on my face. The evidence had been destroyed, but I still had the digital copies on a hard drive.

“Well, Stella, technology is a wonderful thing. Those photos may be gone, but there are digital copies that can be easily shared.”

Stella’s triumphant expression faltered, her eyes widening in realization. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Before I could respond, the dressmaker called for Stella. “Miss Fitzgerald! I found another style that may please you!”

I grinned. “Better run along.”

Furious, Stella took the cigarette and stubbed it out with her heel, her voice. trembling with rage. “Our conversation isn’t over. You’ve pissed off the wrong person.”

Stella shot me one last seething glare before turning to leave.

As I watched Stella disappear around the corner, I let out a long–needed exhale. There was no reason for her to deny her wrongdoings, given that she was staring right at the evidence of them. Still, she’d been so callous toward it all, and even acknowledged that she would use the baby to trap Timothy.

While my feeling for him were troubled, my heart still clenched to see him in such a hopeless situation.

TIMOTHY POV

The tailor shop was a sanctuary of quiet elegance amidst the chaos that had come to define Timothy’s life. As the tailor meticulously adjusted the collar of his suit,

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Chapter 149

be consumed by his thoughts, his mind a swirling tempest

a little snug around the neck area. Nothing a little needle and thread couldn’t fix,” the tailor told

meant to exude confidence and elegance, to make him look every bit the groom for the upcoming wedding. But

him for weeks, a question that revealed the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that had come to define his

unwavering support had been a constant source of strength. But beyond that, Timothy found himself

since hist father had sprung this engagement on him. He had been

15(th). He’d

he had tried to ignore. had blossomed into full–fledged terror. It was his responsibility to stay and help raise the child, prevent another

didn’t ache with

knew what woman he wanted to see walking down that aisle, and she’d been just at arm’s reach before he shattered it

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chiming on the chair with his belongings. He excused himself before grabbing his phone and

he picked up, he heard his friend’s voice trembled with urgency. “Timothy, you need to get to the Clayton Sports Center right

the news. “What’s going on,

voice was heavy with frustration. “I wish I knew, Tim. But the rumors are spreading

air like a dark cloud. He couldn’t ignore the implications of what he’d expected all along, and a sense of dread

chest.

by a swarm of reporters, their cameras and microphones thrust in his direction. The atmosphere was charged with tension and speculation, and Timothy couldn’t

about the match–fixing speculations?” one

frustration. “I can’t comment on rumors, but I believe in the integrity of the

Hayes, it’s been reported. that a member of your team was involved in match–fixing. Speculations are pointing toward you, given your history of causing problems

like a sucker punch. He had always been a passionate player, driven by his love for the game and his desire to win, but he had never engaged in match–fixing. The insinuation felt

stood for.