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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Plus, she’s my neighbor, so I can’t just cut her out

you need to move out,” she stated

this seemed to set

she hissed.

back. “Which you’ve never taken

spiraling out of control once again, and Timothy felt his control slipping. Before he could add onto his argument, Stella’s expression grew into one of surprise and she walked

two!” Andy greeted them

seemed more disturbed than Timothy’s at the sight of Andy. She blurted out, “Andy, what are you doing

a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hey there, Stella. I thought I’d drop by and make sure you two are on top of your

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glance with Timothy, who found himself growing increasingly irritated by Andy’s presence. He couldn’t understand why

for their response, Andy continued, “You’re here for some cake tasting, right? Let’s not

As they entered the cake shop, Timothy couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Andy’s unexpected visit had thrown him off balance, and his thoughts kept drifting back to how Evie how

aroma of freshly 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. A friendly cake artist stood behind the counter, ready

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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 Stella and

soft and coaxing. “Timothy,

and turned to face her. “I’m fine, Stella. Let’s just get through this

cake samples, each more delicious than the last. Stella eagerly sampled each one, her eyes. lighting up with

stuff a forkful of lemon cake into his mouth,

reluctance. “Come on, Timothy, you

fan,” he said simply, turning away as she made another attempt

He hesitated for a moment, his

his gaze to the banana nut cake. “Timothy,

tore his gaze away from the cake and tried to focus on the task at hand. “Nothing. I just… I’ll try the banana

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

his irritation thinly veiled. “At least act like

irritation matching his brother’s. “Are you