The Hockey Star’s Remorse by Riley Above Story novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121 

In the solitude of my room, I couldn’t escape the pull of the online world that had become a source of both torment and despair. The relentless scandal that had tainted my life seemed to have taken on a life of its own in the digital realm, and I found myself drawn once more to the comments and conversations that revolved. around me. 

As I opened my laptop and navigated to the social media platforms where my online presence had once thrived, I braced myself for the onslaught of negativity that awaited. I knew that the comments would be harsh, that the accusations would sting, but I couldn’t turn away. It was as if I were compelled to confront the depths. of the hatred and hostility that had been directed at me. 

The comments were even nastier than I had anticipated, a relentless barrage of insults and demands that I resign from the firm. People I had never met and would likely never meet in person were quick to pass judgment and condemn me without a shred of evidence. It didn’t matter that they were threatening my livelihood. 

“Evie should be ashamed of herself. Resign already!” 

“She’s a disgrace to the legal profession. How could anyone trust her as a lawyer?” 

“Timothy was better off without her. She should disappear.” 

The words cut deep, each comment a fresh wound that left me feeling more disgraced and isolated than ever. The online harassment was unrelenting, and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was drowning in a sea of anger and resentment. 

The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface since our confrontation. in the parking lot now surged to the forefront. How could Timothy, of all people, doubt my integrity and question my commitment to my legal career? 

Eventually, I closed my laptop and set it aside. I was starting to feel like a prisoner in my own life. 

As I stared up at the ceiling, my phone suddenly rang, its shrill ringtone cutting through the silence of my room. I glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number flashing, my curiosity piqued. I hesitated for a moment before answering, wondering who could possibly be calling me at this hour. 

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“Hello?” I said. 

The voice on the other end sent a shiver down my spine. It menacing, 

as raspy and unmistakably familiar. “Evie,” it hissed, “I didn’t appreciate the little stunt you pulled.” 

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice–it was Bruce. The man who had once been my tormentor, the one I had thought was out of my life for good. But here he was, on the other end of the line, a sinister presence that I had hoped to never encounter again. 

“How are you still alive?” I asked breathlessly. The memories of our last encounter, of the violence and terror he had subjected me to, came flooding back. 

Bruce chuckled, a cold and humorless sound. “Let’s just say I have some… connections. I’m not as easy to get rid of as you might think.” 

The vague response only deepened my unease. I couldn’t fathom how he had managed to survive, let alone resurface in my life. The sense of dread that had settled over me grew more profound with each passing moment as his ragged breaths passed through the speaker. 

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice trembling. 

Bruce’s tone turned menacing. “I want you to know that I’m watching, Evie. I’ve got eyes everywhere. You can’t hide from me.” 

The words sent a chill down my spine, and I felt a rising sense of paranoia. How had he managed to find me? What did he want from me now? 

Before I could respond, Bruce hung up, leaving me with a sense of dread that clung to me like a shadow. The room felt suffocating, and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was being watched, that danger lurked around every corner. 

I tried to calm my racing heart, to rationalize the situation and find a logical explanation, but Bruce’s reappearance defied all reason. Not even getting hit by a card could stop him from ruining my life. 

I needed to take steps to protect myself. Between Bruce and Timothy’s psychotic fans, I was more vulnerable than ever. His sinister call had left me on edge, and the feeling of being watched was relentless. 

I couldn’t afford to dismiss his warning as an idle threat; I had to be proactive. 

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That afternoon, I headed out to purchase security equipment that would hopefully offer me some peace of mind. The very act of leaving my apartment was a daunting task in itself, given the relentless online harassment and the hostile public sentiment that had been directed at me. Showing my face might as well have been a death sentence.