The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 159

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy sat in his car, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel. The quaint little cake shop, Sweet Delights, stood before them, its windows filled with decadent cakes of all shapes and sizes.

Stella was still in a sour mood from their argument at the hospital. Her behavior toward his mother was something he could never tolerate. Still, he needed to approach Stella’s attitude with care, and his brittleness toward her had done them any good.

He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “Your behavior towards my mother was inappropriate. She’s my mom, Stella.”

Stella’s face reddened, and her voice grew sharp. “Inappropriate? Timothy, it’s your duty to defend your future wife, even against your own mother if necessary. She can’t just barge into our lives and dictate everything!”

Timothy clenched his jaw, his frustration mounting. “My mother is important to me, so you two needs to find a way to make this work without all the drama.”

Stella scoffed. “Make it work? It shouldn’t be up to me to remove harmful people from your life, Timothy. Including Evie.”

Timothy’s heart sank at her words. The accusation raised alarms in his mind. Evie was one of the least harmful people in his life, but Stella was stuck on this idea of her having a personal vendetta against them.

The air inside the car grew thick with tension as Timothy turned off the engine. They sat there, both seething, until Stella finally opened her door and Timothy followed suit, and they walked to the entrance of the cake shop.

got out.

Timothy took a deep breath, attempting to keep his voice steady. “Look, I just don’t believe that Evie ruined your dress.”

Stella turned to face him, her eyes blazing. “Timothy, this isn’t the first time she’s done something to undermine our relationship. She’s always meddling, her and that dumb sister of mine,

He shook his head, trying to find common ground. “She’s a lawyer, so meddling is

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of the job. Plus, she’s my neighbor, so

contorted with frustration. “Which is why you need to move out,” she stated firmly,

friend,” he added, and this seemed to set her off completely. “Can’t move away from

she hissed.

back. “Which you’ve never

his control slipping. Before he could add onto his argument, Stella’s expression grew into one of surprise and she walked around him. Timothy turned to see Andy stepping out of a sleek

greeted them as he

than Timothy’s at the sight of Andy.

thought I’d drop by

ho

Andy’s presence. He couldn’t understand why his brother had decided

waiting for their response, Andy continued, “You’re here for some cake tasting,

Andy’s unexpected visit had thrown him off balance, and his thoughts kept drifting back to how Evie how danced around

baked cakes enveloped them as they stepped into the shop. The walls were adorned with photographs of exquisite wedding cakes, each a masterpiece of culinary artistry.

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unable to focus on the task at hand. His thoughts were consumed by the image of Evie from their last encounter. The look of betrayal in her eyes haunted him, and he wondered if he had made a mistake by not defending her enough from

him in conversation, her voice soft and coaxing.

tore his gaze away from the window and turned to face her. “I’m fine,

began presenting them with a selection of bite–sized cake samples, each more delicious than the last. Stella eagerly sampled each one, her eyes. lighting up

muster the same enthusiasm. As Stella tried to stuff a

“Come on, Timothy, you have to

a fan,” he said simply, turning away as she made another attempt at shoving it

the next cake on the platter, banana nut. He hesitated for a moment, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Banana nut

his gaze to the banana nut cake.

to focus on the task at hand. “Nothing. I just… I’ll

his mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was delicious, but the guilt of enjoying something so

two acting so weird?” Andy finally asked, his irritation thinly veiled. “At least act like you like each

snapped back to Andy, his irritation matching his brother’s. “Are you supposed to