The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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TIMOTHY POV

Timothy had been enjoying a rare moment of peace in his apartment, perched on the edge of his leather couch, as Duke chased the toy around. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the open window, and the soothing hum of the city outside served as a pleasant backdrop to his thoughts.

As Duke returned the stuffed toy to him, Timothy couldn’t help but talk to him, as he often did. “I hope Evie’s doing okay after all that crap with the dress.”

Duke cocked his head to the side, his eyes filled with curiosity, but he remained silent, as always, letting Timothy pour out his thoughts without judgment.

Timothy continued, his voice tinged with longing. “I wonder where she is, what she’s doing. Hopefully she liked the cake. I mean, she loves banana nut.”

The memories of her were a bittersweet ache in Timothy’s heart. He had hoped to get to know more about her as the days went on, but that seemed less and less. likely. It felt like having part of himself torn away, and he was left with a gaping. wound.

Duke let out an empathetic whine, nuzzling against Timothy’s leg, as if sensing hist inner turmoil. Timothy knelt down to stroke the dog’s fur, taking comfort in the simple, unconditional love that Duke offered.

“You’re a good listener, Duke,” Timothy murmured, his eyes scanning the walls, as if searching for answers in the generic black and white nature photos. Eventually, he shut his eyes and engaged in the momentary bliss..

This bliss, however, was short–lived.

With an abrupt swing, the front door burst open, revealing a whirlwind of fiery red hair and an exasperated expression. Stella stormed into the apartment as if she owned the place. She didn’t bother knocking; she never did.

“Timothy!” Stella barked, her emerald eyes ablaze with fury. “I need your help!”

Timothy raised an eyebrow as he watched Stella’s dramatic entrance, his peaceful bubble shattered into a million pieces. “What’s the problem, Stella?”

Ignoring his question, Stella strode over to him, her lips curled into a tight frown.

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tossed it aside, causing the dog to

to help me with the wedding invitations,” Stella declared, her tone brimming

in disbelief. “Wedding

a withering look. “Uh, yeah.

feet and ruffling Duke’s fur. “You can

have to invite people too,

a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “My dad

count?”

at Timothy’s chest. “You better take this seriously, Timothy! You can’t just half–ass this like you’ve done with everything else. There’ll

smirked. “Fine, I’ll take it

narrowed suspiciously.

resist

turned a shade of red that matched her hair, and she practically spat out

rage. “Oh, come on. I was just

dangerous hiss. “If you even think about inviting her, I will personally ensure that she moves to the

replaced by genuine concern at the intensity of Stella’s anger. He had never seen her react this

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sadness. She lowered her voice, almost whispering. “Timothy, you have no idea what

way she voiced her threat made it seem like it held a lot of promise, like there was more to Stella’s

there

away, her expression guarded. “I just… I had

leaned forward, his

him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. “I had to, Timothy. For my

between Stella and Evie. He prodded

gaze dropping once more. “I just told her that I was pregnant and that I wanted her to stay away from our lives. I filed a protective

the wooden floor. “You did what? Stella, do

looked up at him, her eyes welling with tears. “I had to protect us, Timothy. She can’t just waltz into