The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 168

TIMOTHY POV

The next day, Timothy returned home after an invigorating hockey practice. The icy chill of the rink had invigorated him, and he felt strangely elated as he entered his cozy apartment. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his breath hung in the air as he exhaled.

As he stripped off his sweat–soaked clothes and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, he couldn’t help but replay the events of the previous night in his mind. Seeing Evie at the holiday market had been unexpected, but it had left a warm feeling in his chest, like the flicker of a long–extinguished flame.

Under the soothing spray of hot water, Timothy allowed himself to relax, his mind. drifting back to the moments he had shared with Evie. The light show, the laughter, and the camaraderie had all been a reminder of the friendship they had once shared, a friendship that had been buried beneath the weight of unresolved

emotions.

As he dried his hair with a plush towel, Timothy couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Evie. For the first time in a long while, it seemed like things were thawing between them. The awkwardness and tension that had once defined their interactions were slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

The idea of rekindling their friendship, of bridging the gap that had grown between them, filled Timothy with a sense of hope. He knew that there were unresolved issues and unspoken feelings that hung in the air like a storm cloud, but he was willing to weather the storm if it meant reconnecting with Evie.

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As he finished drying got dressed, Timothy couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. Evie’s anger toward him had certainly begun to thaw.

He knew that he needed to find the right moment to talk to her, to address the issues that had driven a wedge between them. It wouldn’t be easy, and there were no guarantees of a happy ending, but Timothy was willing to take that chance.

Pleased with that thought, he reheated leftovers from the previous night’s meal – and he savored each bite. He walked around his apartment, bored and anxious all at the same time, and Duke was constantly at his heels, begging for a taste of food.

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to tackle the backlog of emails that had piled up during his busy week. His laptop sat on the coffee

of spam. Timothy had a habit of responding personally to as many fan messages as

as he crafted heartfelt responses to the outpouring of support from his fans. Each message he read brought a smile to his face and a sense of

scrolled through the messages, one email caught his attention. It was different from the rest – a stark

Timothy opened the email, and his eyes widened as he

the hell?” Timothy muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he opened them up and spread them across his screen. His breath caught in his throat.

the dimly lit photographs, were Stella and Andy, fondling each other without care. The world

at something sneaky going on between Stella and Andy. Now, the visual evidence lay before him, mocking his

glass of wine on the table. Taking a sip, he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to make sense of this,

himself, anger seeping into his

context or clues. The more he looked, the more obvious it became that there was something deeply unsettling about this. Stella and Andy sneaking around like teenagers

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him with a

hand forced here.

the laptop screen, his mind racing with a torrent of emotions. He pushed the laptop away from him, almost violently, causing it to teeter dangerously on the edge of the coffee table. He rose from the couch, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit living

knew he had to confront Stella and Andy about what he had just

knew both Stella and Andy well enough to anticipate their reactions. Andy would likely try to deflect with his sharp wit, while Stella

had initially consumed him now ignited into a blazing fire. He had to confront them, had to demand an

his next move, the sound of paws padding across the hardwood floor drew his attention. Duke approached him with a concerned look in his expressive brown eyes. Timothy had always found solace in