The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 233

The car ride was suffocating. I felt the ropes digging into my wrists, rubbing the skin raw. Glancing sideways, I saw Bruce, his face etched with conflicting emotions as he drove. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, wrestling with a dilemma that I couldn’t quite place.

I needed to find a way to crack through his facade, to spark a flicker of realization in him, a glimpse of the person he thought he was.

“You know, Stella was right,” I ventured cautiously, my voice shaky yet deliberate. “You’re nothing like

Timothy.”

The words seemed to jolt Bruce. He shot me a quick, intense glance, his jaw tightening as if trying to suppress an eruption of emotions. “What the hell are you talking about?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the tense silence in the car.

I pressed on, sensing a crack in his armor. “Timothy would’ve killed me already if he wanted. He’s just that determined as a person, even to a vicious degree.”

Bruce’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles whitening. “Don’t test me, Evie,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

But something stirred inside me, a desperate need to reach the person I once knew. “You always had my best interests at heart, even when you didn’t know how to show it,” I continued, ignoring his warning. “You never learned to express it because you never had anyone to teach you.”

The mention of his mother seemed to strike a nerve. Bruce’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and pain. .“Stop it,” he bit out, his voice strained. He reached for the device streaming our conversation and

abruptly shut it off.

But I couldn’t stop now. “Where was your mother when we were teenagers?” I pushed, ignoring the fear that simmered beneath my skin. “We were left to navigate our own chaos.”

Bruce’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the steering wheel tighter. “I said stop talking about that!” His voice shook with a raw intensity.

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“I had to deal with my mother’s sudden return,” I pressed on, desperation lacing my words. “It tore

open old scars, Bruce.”

The car fell into an eerie silence, the tension thick enough to suffocate us both. Bruce’s grip relaxed on the steering wheel, his jaw twitching. His gaze flickered to me, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in his eyes anger, confusion, and a hint of vulnerability.

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no idea what it was like,” Bruce muttered,

softly, hoping to bridge the gap

his

my voice laced

attempts more desperate. “I always had a soft spot for you,” I lied, my voice tinged with manufactured sincerity. “Even

He snorted. “Sure.”

added, attempting to bridge the gap between our tumultuous

of surprise and something akin to understanding shining

• constant companion in our tense silence. I stole glances at Bruce, his face etched with a mix

with bitterness. “But she always seemed…nicer than my own mother.” He glanced at me, his eyes holding an unfamiliar vulnerability. “Even before my

revealing a certain pain beneath the surface. “What did Mia

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I asked, hesitant yet curious about this unseen side of

she used to cook for me,” he began, a flicker of nostalgia coloring his words. “Whatever I wanted to eat, she’d just make it. And

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“Yes, if my mother knew one thing, it was how to feed

looked like he was ready to laugh at that, but he fixed himself quickly and cleared his throat. “She

school. I would’ve never even considered doing

encourage me to.”

image of Mia, a nurturing figure in Bruce’s life, conjured a pang of

mothering could’ve saved Bruce. He seemed to

an unfixable darkness before their

Bruce continued, a hint of vulnerability

was…there for me.”

spoke, memories of Mia drifted through my mind like elusive

offering simple yet profound

within me.

a bolt of lightning – Bruce’s loss of Mia was also my own. The absence of this woman, who had been an integral part of his

an echo chamber of

indifference, now lay exposed in the

‘the dashboard lights.

that,” I murmured softly, surprised