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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his thoughts, his mind a swirling tempest of

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

testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. Its sharp lines and tailored fit were meant to exude confidence and elegance, to make him look every bit the groom for the upcoming wedding. But as Timothy gazed at his reflection in the full–length mirror, he couldn’t

to this wedding? It was a question that had plagued him for weeks, a question that revealed the

and fellow player, was a shoo–in as his best man. Their bond had been forged on the field, and Ethan’s unwavering support had been a constant source of strength. But

out some wedding rings. Of course, there hadn’t been any engagement ring since hist father had sprung this engagement on him. He had been even more surprised to find out

15(th). He’d

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

where his heart didn’t ache

raged within Timothy. He knew what woman he wanted to see walking down that aisle, and she’d been just at arm’s reach before he shattered it all with the stupidity of his teen

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when he heard his phone chiming on the chair with his belongings.

you need to get to the Clayton Sports

heart raced at the news. “What’s going on, Ethan?

wish I knew, Tim. But the rumors are spreading like wildfire. They’re saying there’s been match–fixing

the implications of what he’d expected all along, and a sense of dread settled

chest.

arrived at the Clayton Sports Center, he was greeted by a swarm of reporters, their cameras and microphones thrust in his direction. The atmosphere was charged with tension

how do you feel about the

maintain his composure. his jaw tightening with frustration. “I can’t comment on rumors, but I believe in the integrity of the

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

always been a passionate player, driven by his love for the game and his

stood for.