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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you,” I repeated, then glanced back at Jane. “I should get going. I still need to discuss

Jane.”

me. “Don’t let us stop you. Do your

drama sunk in. The eyes of the world were upon me, awaiting the unraveling of a story that had

gaze scanning the cameras around room. “We’ll have to move a bit more tactfully, Evie. We need to stay focused on the case, despite

a brief moment. Once this was all

proceedings began,

choreographed dance. The judge’s

thud signaling

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 victim, but in reality,

the courtroom, and I felt the weight

among

the collective judgment in the eyes that

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

interest.

as a cunning opportunist. I

a man who truly defines what it means to be honorable,” he went on. “After thirty years in his field, are we really going to let that all go down the drain over some woman’s petty insecurities? That,

the real injustice.”

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with my back straight and my eyes focused solely on Jane as she

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

I could feel the jury’s skepticism, their doubts lingering in the air. It was as if I were swimming against a relentless current, struggling to

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

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

me with a vicious glare. “You claim to be a victim, but where is the real evidence? Words

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

a scoff, “A subjective account, Ms. Sinclair. We need more than emotional narratives. We

the exchange. I dropped my gaze to the

nodded. “I’ll allow it. Proceed, Ms.

I held up Linda’s victim statement and began to

endured a hostile work

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