The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 234

The air was thick with tension as the camera continued to roll, capturing our lives for an audience whose hunger for closure drove the charade. I faced Bruce, desperation etched into every line of my face, as I attempted to plead with a man whose heart seemed shrouded in shadows.

“You won’t harm me,” I insisted, my voice shaky yet determined. “You care about me. Admit it.”

Bruce’s gaze bore into mine, his expression inscrutable. For a fleeting moment, I held my breath, hoping against hope that he’d buy into my deceit.

“You’re dumb if you really believe that,” Bruce sneered, his tone tinged with condescension.

“I guess so,” I stated. “I’ve had my fair share of hurt, but certain things are clear to me now.”

When he raised an eyebrow, I nearly lost some of my resolve. Either he wasn’t getting it, or I wasn’t pushing hard enough.

I squared my shoulders, my voice tinged with a feigned resolve. “I’ve let go of him, Bruce. If he wants to

come, that’s on him, but I want to start anew. And I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Bruce’s confusion was evident, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “You? Letting go? That’s a new one.”

Desperation gnawed at me, knowing I had to keep him convinced, keep him from seeing through my ruse. I summoned every ounce of courage, attempting to shift the conversation.

“I’ve let go of Timothy,” I lied, hoping my words would tug at his elusive softer side. “I want to start anew, and you can give me that chance.”

His confusion was palpable, the lines of his face etched with a mix of surprise and skepticism. “What are you trying to say?” Bruce’s voice was tense, a hint of vulnerability surfacing in his eyes.

I took a step closer, attempting to appeal to something within him, to bridge the gap between us.

“You’ve always been so sure of what you wanted,” I continued, my voice taking on a seductive tone, “unlike Timothy.”

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The mention of Timothy seemed to strike a chord in Bruce, a flicker of recognition passing through his

eyes before he masked it with a veil of indifference. My attempt at seduction, however, seemed to

embarrass him.

know how to communicate effectively,” I pressed on,

was Bruce. “Unlike you, and I think there’s

“Stop it,” he demanded, and when I refused to

camera.

red light on the camera blinked, signaling the end of our live broadcast. Bruce switched it off hastily, as if seeking to shield himself from the raw vulnerability that had

Bruce,” I repeated. “You’d understand my needs.”

wavered slightly, his uncertainty

but I had to keep up the act. “I’m trying to say that

at this. For once, he appeared unsure, and he started looking around.

I whispered, praying he’d

conflicted expression, he leaned in reluctantly, pressing his lips against mine. I fought back the urge to recoil, masking my revulsion with a “false

lips met mine, I closed my eyes, silently praying for Timothy’s arrival. I could feel Bruce’s uncertainty, his hesitation evident in the way he kissed me. Every second felt like an eternity as I played along, hoping that this would

from the kiss, I feigned a breathlessness that masked my underlying fear. “Bruce, I want to start over, with you.

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His

but suspicion lingered in his eyes. “Evie,

propelling

Let’s start over somewhere else.

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faltering as he gazed at me with a mixture

making any sense,

anticipation. I had to keep him occupied, buy more time for Timothy

seemed to shift slightly, a sense

on doing?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. “If we left?”

deep breath, steadying myself before responding. “Whatever we want. But I can’t

anymore, Bruce.”

on my tongue, but I needed to keep up the charade. Bruce seemed to interpret my statement as a sexual advance, his gaze darkening with

clarifying my intentions. “We need to leave the city. The authorities will be here soon. Timothy has connections, and

from arousal to confusion. “Leave? But why? This is our chance to be together, to

him convinced, to make him believe that *leaving was our only option. “Trust me, Bruce. We can’t stay here. If we leave

all the

“But where will we go? How do I