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

it

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

laced with annoyance, “what are you doing

as she swept past me and into my apartment. “I’ve come to talk, Evie,” she said, her tone condescending. “It’s

and I didn’t need any additional stress on the

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

aback by her unexpected words. “Congratulate me?”

what?”

“For ruining my life,”

job of that,

my arms, unable to hide my frustration. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Stella. This

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

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

me suspiciously. “You can deny it all you want, Evie, but I know you.

not true, Stella. I’ve never wanted anything of

now, what? You think you can have Timothy all to yourself? That you two can be happy

least I’m not using him for my own amusement, Stella. You treated him, and probably even Andy, like toys, people you could discard

fun for a while, Evie, but he

of empathy were infuriating. “You can’t treat people like that, Stella. You can’t

“It’s a dog–eat–dog world,

the storm of emotions swirling within me. The last thing I needed was a confrontation with Stella on the day of the funeral. “I

turned to face me, her 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 thought that giving Andy what he wanted would encourage

couldn’t hide my disbelief. “You thought that seducing him was the way to

had no effect on her. “That’s business,

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

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