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

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

a 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 shake the nagging

wedding? It was a question that had plagued him for weeks, a question that revealed the tangled web of emotions and

bond had been forged on the field, and Ethan’s unwavering support had been a constant source of strength. But beyond that, Timothy found himself struggling to come up with a list of

his barren ring finger. Stella wanted him to take care to scope 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

15(th). He’d remember

responsibility to stay and help raise the child, prevent another broken home. However, how healthy could a

for a different bride, a different future. A future where his heart didn’t ache with the weight of unresolved emotions and unspoken truths. A

see walking down that aisle, and she’d

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his belongings. He

to get to the Clayton Sports Center right now. They’re calling all the players in for

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

spreading like wildfire. They’re saying there’s been match–fixing behind the scenes. and they’re looking into

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

chest.

of reporters, their cameras and microphones thrust in his

do you feel about the match–fixing speculations?” one reporter asked, her voice

on rumors, but I believe in the integrity of the game. I’ve always played

Mr. Hayes, it’s been reported. that a member of your team was involved in match–fixing. Speculations are

Timothy 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

stood for.