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

consumed by his thoughts, his mind a swirling

needle and thread couldn’t fix,”

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 feeling of doubt that had taken root within

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

friend 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 beyond that, Timothy found himself struggling to come up with a list of guests, a list that should have been easy

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

15(th). He’d

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

A future where his heart didn’t ache with the weight of unresolved emotions and unspoken truths. A future where he didn’t feel torn between two

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

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pulled from his thoughts when he heard his phone chiming on the chair with his belongings. He excused himself before grabbing his phone and seeing the name “Ethan” flashing

friend’s voice trembled with urgency. “Timothy, you need to get to the Clayton Sports Center right now. They’re calling all the players in

heart raced at the news. “What’s going

“I wish I knew, Tim. But the rumors are spreading like wildfire. They’re saying there’s been match–fixing behind the scenes. and they’re looking

dark cloud. He couldn’t ignore the implications

chest.

of reporters, their cameras and microphones thrust in his direction. The atmosphere

the match–fixing speculations?” one reporter asked,

frustration. “I can’t comment on rumors, but I

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

passionate player, driven by his love for the game and his desire to win, but

stood for.