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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my neighbor, so I can’t just cut

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

and this seemed to set her off completely. “Can’t move away from

hissed. “Since

I got to know her!” Timothy snapped back. “Which you’ve never taken the

control slipping. Before he could add onto his argument, Stella’s expression grew

you two!” Andy greeted

disturbed than Timothy’s at the sight of Andy. She blurted out, “Andy,

flashed 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

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

Andy continued, “You’re here for

suspicion lingering. 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

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 to guide them through the tasting

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himself unable to focus on the task at hand. His thoughts were consumed by the image of Evie from their last encounter.

conversation, her voice soft and

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

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

muster the same enthusiasm. As Stella tried to stuff a forkful of lemon cake into his

reluctance. “Come on, Timothy, you have to try

turning away as she made another attempt

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

noticed his hesitation and followed his gaze to the banana

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

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

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

matching his brother’s. “Are you supposed to be our chaperone?