The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 193

The morning sun barely pierced the curtains, casting a gentle, diffused light across the room. I stood in front of my closet, the smell of my vintage dresses still lingering in the air. The funeral of Timothy’s mother was only a few hours away, and I needed to find an outfit suitable for the occasion.

My fingers trailed across the fabric of black dresses, each one holding its own memories. As I contemplated my choices, a knock at the door startled me. It was too early for visitors, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at the clock, wondering who it could be at this hour.

I quickly crossed the room and opened the door, expecting to see a neighbor or perhaps even Timothy on the other side. But instead, I found Stella standing on my doorstep, a cold, uninviting expression on her face. My heart sank at the sight of her, and I felt a mix of anger and apprehension.

“Stella,” I said, my voice laced with annoyance, “what are you doing here?”

She didn’t seem fazed by my irritation as the swept past me and into my apartment. “I’ve come to talk, Evie,” she said, her tone condescending. “It’s time we had a little chat.”

I closed the door behind her, my patience wearing thin. Stella had a way of stirring up trouble, and I didn’t need any additional stress on the day of the funeral. “This is not a good time, Stella,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We can talk later.”

Stella turned to face me, her piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said, her voice deceptively calm. “In fact, I’m here to congratulate you.”

I furrowed my brows, taken aback by her unexpected words. “Congratulate me?” I asked, my tone skeptical. “For what?”

Stella’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “For ruining my life,” she said, her words dripping with bitterness. “You’ve done a stellar job of that, Evie.”

I crossed my arms, unable to hide my frustration. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Stella. This has nothing to do with me.”

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Stella took a step closer, her mouth set in a snarl. “Oh, but it does,” she said. “It absolutely does. You’re the one who got into Andy’s head, convinced him to betray me, to humiliate me in front of everyone.”

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Chapter 193

The morning sun barely pierced the curtains, casting a gentle, diffused light across the room. I stood in front of my closet, the smell of my vintage dresses still lingering in the air. The funeral of Timothy’s mother was only a few hours away, and I needed to find an outfit suitable for the occasion.

My fingers trailed across the fabric of black dresses, each one holding its own memories. As I contemplated my choices, a knock at the door startled me. It was too early for visitors, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at

wondering who it

I found Stella standing on my doorstep, a cold, uninviting expression on her face. My heart sank at the sight of her, and I felt a mix of

laced with annoyance, “what are you doing

didn’t seem fazed by my irritation as she swept past me and into my apartment. “I’ve come to talk, Evie,” she said, her tone

had a way of stirring up trouble, and I didn’t need any additional stress on the day of the funeral. “This is not a good time, Stella,” I

turned to face me, her piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said, her voice

by her unexpected words. “Congratulate

what?”

smile. “For ruining my life,” she said, her

stellar job of

my frustration. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Stella. This has nothing

mouth set in a snarl. “Oh, but it does,” she said. “It absolutely does.

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you’re talking about,” I repeated, my voice firm. “I have no control over Andy’s actions, and I wouldn’t have encouraged him to do anything

she studied me suspiciously. “You can deny it all you want, Evie, but

my head, my frustration boiling over. “That’s not true, Stella. I’ve never wanted anything of yours. I’ve had

a sarcastic laugh. “Right. And now, what? You think you can have Timothy all to

anger rise within me, and I took a step closer to her. “At least I’m not using him for my own amusement, Stella. You treated him,

twisted into a sneer. “He was fun for a while, Evie,

struggling to maintain my composure. Stella’s callousness and complete lack of empathy were infuriating. “You can’t treat people like that, Stella. You can’t use them and throw

if my words were of no consequence. “It’s a dog–eat–dog world, Evie. You’d

within me. The last thing I needed was a confrontation with Stella

cold, piercing eyes locking onto mine. “We’re going to have this conversation, whether you like it or not,” she replied, her tone unyielding. “I

disbelief. “You thought that seducing him was the way to get what you wanted?” I asked, my voice

“That’s business,

arms, my anger mounting. “Business or not, you can’t just manipulate people’s feelings

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