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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the job. Plus, she’s my neighbor, so I can’t just cut her out of my

is why you need to move

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

hissed. “Since

snapped back. “Which you’ve never taken the time to

and Timothy felt 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

greeted

than Timothy’s at the sight of

eyes. “Hey there, Stella. I thought I’d drop by and make sure you two are on top of your

ho

found himself growing increasingly irritated by Andy’s presence. He couldn’t understand why his brother had decided to intervene in their wedding

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

Timothy couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Andy’s unexpected visit had thrown him off

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 to guide them through the

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into their seats, Timothy found himself 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

her voice soft and coaxing. “Timothy, are you okay?

to face her. “I’m

them with a selection of bite–sized cake samples, each more delicious than the last.

Stella tried to stuff a forkful of lemon cake into his mouth, he turned

“Come on, Timothy, you have to try this. one.

as she

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

followed his gaze

from the cake and tried to focus on the task at hand.

took a bite of the cake, the familiar taste brought back memories. The rich, nutty flavor filled his mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was delicious, but the guilt of enjoying something so closely associated

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

Andy, his irritation matching his brother’s. “Are you