The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 153

| made my way back into my apartment and sank into my chair in front of the computer, hoping to find some solace in the digital realm.

As | powered up my computer, my inbox pinged with a new email notification. It was from Penny, and my heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She had mentioned sending me digital copies of the photos she had taken of Stella and Andy. Part of me felt conflicted about using them as evidence, but the other part knew it was the perfect leverage against Stella.

| opened the email and saw the attached files. There they were-the damning images that captured Stella and Andy ina compromising position. | couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction | felt at having tangible proof of their betrayal.

With the digital evidence at my fingertips, | contemplated my next move. | had considered sharing the photos on the online chat rooms where Timothy’s hardcore fans congregated, exposing the truth for all to see. It was tempting, but | knew that it could also lead to more chaos and destruction...

| wanted Timothy to know the truth, but | didn’t want to destroy his life in the process.

As | hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, the door to my room swung open. Aria barged in, her face a mask of distress. She didn’t even bother to knock.

“Evie, | need to talk to you,” she said urgently, her eyes wide with anxiety. | sighed, feeling exasperated but also willing to hear her out. “What is it, Aria?”

She hesitated for a moment, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the whole making out on the couch thing.”

“Apology accepted,” | replied cautiously, unsure of where this was going.

Aria seemed relieved by my

a whisper. “I never meant to sponse and took a step closer, her voice lowering to

hurt you, Evie. | just got caught up in the excitement

of my new relationship, and | didn’t realize how much it was affecting you.

| nodded, feeling a glimmer of understanding. “It's okay, Aria. You're in love, so it’s only natural.” But just as our conversation seemed to be taking a more positive turn, Aria’s eyes.

darted to my computer screen, and her expression shifted from contrition to shock.

“What's going on here?” she demanded, her voice rising in panic.

| turned to look at my computer screen and saw what had caught Aria’s attention. Stella was on the screen, but not alone. She was with Andy, their bodies close and their foreheads pressed together.

| quickly closed the image, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. “Aria, it’s not what you think. | was just...” “Who was that random dude with Stella?” Aria interrupted, pointing at the now empty screen.

The tension in the room hung heavy in the air as | struggled to find the right words to explain the disturbing image Aria had stumbled upon. Stella, ina compromising position with a man who wasn’t Timothy, had been a shocking revelation.

“It's not a random man,” | finally confessed, my voice trembling with a mix of guilt and anger. “It’s Andy, Timothy’s brother.” Aria’s eyes

eyes widened in disbelief, and she took a step back as if the revelation had physically pushed her away. Her mouth opened and closed, words failing to form.

“His brother?!?” she finally managed to sputter. “And Stella kissed him?” | nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of the truth. “Yes.”

Aria’s shock gave way to a flurry of questions and concerns. “Have you already told Timothy about this? Does he know? What's going on?”

My hesitation in answering her questions seemed to amplify her growing frustration. “Evie, you have to tell him. Timothy deserves to know.”

| felt a surge of anger rise within me, the frustration of being caught in the middle of a tangled web of emotions and secrets finally boiling over. “You know what, Aria? It’s not my business anymore. Timothy made his choices. He chose to marry Stella, to impregnate her. Why should | be the one to bring all this drama into his life?”

Aria’s disappointment was palpable, and she stared at me with a mix of anger and Chapter 153 hurt. “Evie, | can’t believe you're being so selfish. This isn’t about personal drama; it’s about doing what's right.”

| felt my temper flare, a surge of anger rushing through me like a torrent. “I don’t care about Timothy anymore!” | shot back, my voice sharp with bitterness. “He made his choice when he married Stella and got her pregnant. Why should | be the one to break his world apart?”

Aria’s frustration reached its breaking point. “Is that what this is about? Your ego? Your pride? You can’t just ignore the truth because it doesn’t align with your fantasies, Evie!”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

My own anger bubbled to the surface, fueled by a sense of betrayal. “And what about you, Aria? Whose side are you on? Are you even on my side, or are you just defending precious Timothy?”

Aria’s eyes narrowed, hurt flashing in her gaze. “I can’t believe question me about that. We're supposed to be friends.” you would even

The accusation hit me like a slap in the face, and for a moment, | wavered. But my anger, fueled by a sense of helplessness and betrayal, pushed me forward. “Friends don’t push their agenda onto others. Friends respect each other’s choices.”

Aria shook her head. “I can’t do this right now, Evie,” she said, her voice strained.

“Fine! Go!” | shouted, my voice echoing through the room. “Maybe you should go and be with Timothy. Clearly, that’s where your loyalties lie.”

With that, Aria turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving me to feel hollow and discarded. The weight of our argument settled on my shoulders like a heavy burden, and | felt a pang of regret as my blood cooled.

over my

The morning sun streamed through my window, casting a warm glow on my bedroom. | blinked slowly, adjusting to the light streaming face. Our friendship had been strained severely by all of this, and | couldn’t help but wonder if | had crossed a line permanently.

As | made my way to the kitchen, the silence in my apartment was deafening. She had purposefully left earlier for work, no doubt not wanting to even see me and sour her day. | suppose it was for the best.

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| set the coffee machine to brew, the sound of percolating coffee a soothing backdrop to my thoughts. My phone rang, and | glanced at the screen to see Scarlett’s name flashing urgently. The timing couldn’t have been more peculiar.

“Evie, | need you to come to the Hayes‘ mansion immediately,” Scarlett’s voice crackled through the phone with urgency.

| blinked in surprise, a rush of questions flooding my mind. Why did Scarlett need me at the mansion so urgently? The unease in her voice only deepened my sense of foreboding.

“Scarlett, what’s going on?” | asked tensely.

“| can’t explain over the phone, Evie,” she replied. “Just please, come as soon as you can. It’s about Timothy.” 0

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