The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 152

The next morning, I woke up with a sense of dread that had become all too familiar. The events of the past few days had left me feeling tangled and confused. With a sigh, I got out of bed, determined to face the day ahead.

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As I made my way to the kitchen, I noticed Aria absorbed in conversation on her phone, her laughter and giggles floating through the air. She had a new boyfriend, and it seemed like they were in the throes of a honeymoon phase. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy at the ease with which she had moved on, while I remained entangled in my own emotional turmoil.

I approached her tentatively, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Aria, can I check the mail today?”

She held up a finger, signaling for me to wait, before turning her attention back to her call. It was clear that her conversation was more important to her than my

request.

I tried to hide my irritation, offering a forced smile before walking away. The mailbox was just a short distance from our apartment, but the walk felt longer than usual. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was trapped in a cycle of frustration and disappointment.

As I reached the mailboxes, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the slot. I wasn’t expecting anything in particular, but the mundane task of checking the mail offered a temporary distraction from the chaos of my emotions.

Just as I was about to insert my key into the mailbox, a voice from behind me sent a shiver down my spine. “Evie.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, and slowly turned around to face the one person I had been trying to avoid–Timothy. He stood there, his expression tense, his phone clenched in his hand.

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. “Timothy.”

He had been in the midst of a heated conversation with Stella on the phone, and his frustration was palpable. The tension in the air was suffocating, and I couldn’t help but feel like an intruder in his world.

Timothy hung up the phone abruptly, his gaze never leaving mine. “What are you

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doing here?”

my fists, my frustration boiling over. “I live here, Timothy. Just like

his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,

that seeped into my words. “Yeah, I can see

like a heavy cloud. I wanted to walk away, to put

over? I…I

softly, meeting his eyes. “Hi,

nodded in acknowledgment, offering a warm

his engagement ring, the absence of it like a glaring omission in our conversation. I wondered if it was a deliberate choice or if there was a deeper meaning behind

tumbled out of

words laced with a

thought his relationship with Stella had been genuine, if not a bit rocky. Here het was dismissing it as if it were merely

softening. I’m doing this for the child, Evie. I want the kid to have a good life, with both

inside me. His words seemed to carry a hidden meaning,

composure, but the urge to confide in Timothy about Stella and Andy gnawed at me. I had already tried to warn

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I feared he wouldn’t take my word for

in response to his words, my voice

smiled, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

say. As I walked away, clutching the package I had retrieved from the

in the solitude of my apartment, I let out a long sigh and squeezed my eyes shut. Seeing Timothy again had left

hadn’t been anticipating any deliveries. I also noticed the absence

the floor. A dead rat lay before me, its lifeless body weathered and rotted. A note was attached to

gutter

XO” scrawled in jagged

down my spine, and I gagged once the smell of decomposed flesh hit me. Only a depraved person would go to this length, sending a dead animal’s body for the sake of two