The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 207

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As I entered the courthouse, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Reporters jostled for positions, their cameras capturing every nuance, every expression on my face as I marched up the steps. The gravity of the situation sank in, and I steeled myself for what lay ahead.

Jane awaited me inside with a look of resolve. I handed her Linda’s victim statement, which she had faxed over

to me that morning. Just from reading over it, I could tell it would be a powerful testimony of the horrors she had endured.

“We’re ready for this, Evie,” Jane said, her voice steady. “And if all else fails, at least we got people to think.”

I nodded, gripping the statement tightly. Linda’s courage gave me strength. I certainly did feel like a lawyer then, representing the voiceless.

The courtroom doors swung open, and we stepped inside. The sight that greeted me was overwhelming. The space was not just occupied by the usual legal personnel but also by the prying eyes of the public.

Cameras were mounted strategically, capturing every angle, every reaction. It was a spectacle that I hadn’t signed up for.

As I took my seat, I glanced at the witness stand. A few familiar faces stared back at me, adding a layer of complexity to an already tumultuous situation. Timothy was sitting with Aria and Lucas, and they all glanced over at me with excitement. Excusing myself from Jane’s side, I approached them wearily.

“Evie!” Aria jumped out of her seat to pull me into a tight hug. “We’re here for you, every step of the way.”

Lucas nodded in agreement. “We’ll be watching the whole thing, supporting you.”

Timothy, his eyes revealing a complexity of emotions, met my gaze. “You’re going to do great. Don’t pay attention to anyone else,” he said, his voice sincere.

I nodded, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension in my heart. “Thank you, Timothy. Also, for what you said on

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“Just show the world the Evie I know,” he said with a grin. “The strong, resilient woman who doesn’t back down.”

I began to blush, and I could already see the headlines: Have Timothy Hayes and Evie Sinclair rekindled their

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then glanced back at Jane. “I should get going.

Jane.”

let us stop you. Do your

courtroom drama sunk in. The eyes of the world were upon me, awaiting the unraveling of a story that had been thrust into the spotlight. It was a narrative I had never chosen, but

room. “We’ll have to move a bit more tactfully, Evie. We need to stay focused on the

Once this was all over, he was yet another thing that

proceedings began, the

dance. The judge’s

room, his gavel’s authoritative thud signaling the

scrutinizing the jury. His voice rang out with an air of confidence as he began his opening statement. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, today you will witness a tale spun by a skilled opportunist. Ms. Evie Sinclair claims to be a

I felt the weight of every

among

spectators. I could sense the collective judgment

noticed a few familiar figures from my former firm. Colleagues who seemed more entertained by this serious matter were

interest.

cast me as a cunning opportunist. I clenched my fists beneath the table, fighting the urge to

Erickson is a man who truly defines what it means to be honorable,” he went on. “After thirty years in his field, are we really going

the real injustice.”

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stand. I sat with my back straight and my eyes focused

faced the jury, my voice steady. “I stand before you not as an opportunist, but as a survivor. The truth may be uncomfortable, but

moments of betrayal and violation that had led me to this courtroom. I could feel the jury’s skepticism, their doubts lingering in the air. It was as if I were swimming against

Sinclair’s narrative is compelling, we cannot ignore the lack of real, concrete evidence. Where are the witnesses? Where

echoed in the courtroom, and I felt the weight of his challenge. The judge’s gaze turned to me, an unspoken demand for the evidence that

turned to me with a vicious glare. “You claim to be a victim, but where is

Mr. Morgan,” I replied, my voice steady. “But the truth doesn’t always come neatly packaged with concrete evidence. I have

Sinclair. We need more than emotional narratives. We need

dropped my gaze to

nodded. “I’ll allow

my trump card. I held up

had endured a hostile work

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