The Hockey Star’s Remorse by Riley Above Story novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 

EVIE POV 

Stella dropped the singed photos into the nearby trash can and let them burn. The flames danced and consumed the images, leaving behind nothing but charred remnants. Stella’s eyes were ablaze with a mixture of anger and triumph as she watched the photos disintegrate. 

“Evie, you really shouldn’t threaten me like that,” Stella said coolly. 

I couldn’t hide the shock and disappointment on my face. The evidence had been destroyed, but I still had the digital copies on a hard drive. 

“Well, Stella, technology is a wonderful thing. Those photos may be gone, but there are digital copies that can be easily shared.” 

Stella’s triumphant expression faltered, her eyes widening in realization. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” 

Before I could respond, the dressmaker called for Stella. “Miss Fitzgerald! I found another style that may please you!” 

I grinned. “Better run along.” 

Furious, Stella took the cigarette and stubbed it out with her heel, her voice. trembling with rage. “Our conversation isn’t over. You’ve pissed off the wrong person.” 

Stella shot me one last seething glare before turning to leave. 

As I watched Stella disappear around the corner, I let out a long–needed exhale. There was no reason for her to deny her wrongdoings, given that she was staring right at the evidence of them. Still, she’d been so callous toward it all, and even acknowledged that she would use the baby to trap Timothy. 

While my feeling for him were troubled, my heart still clenched to see him in such a hopeless situation. 

TIMOTHY POV 

The tailor shop was a sanctuary of quiet elegance amidst the chaos that had come to define Timothy’s life. As the tailor meticulously adjusted the collar of his suit, 

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Timothy couldn’t help but be consumed by his thoughts, his mind a swirling tempest of uncertainty. 

“It’s a little snug around the neck area. Nothing a little needle and thread couldn’t fix,” the tailor told Timothy, flashing him a smile. 

The suit was immaculate, a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. Its sharp lines and tailored fit were meant to exude confidence and elegance, to make him look every bit the groom for the upcoming wedding. But as Timothy gazed at his reflection in the full–length mirror, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of doubt that had taken root within him. 

Who would he invite to this wedding? It was a question that had plagued him for weeks, a question that revealed the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that had come to define his life. 

Ethan, his best friend and fellow player, was a shoo–in as his best man. Their bond had been forged on the field, and Ethan’s unwavering support had been a constant source of strength. But beyond that, Timothy found himself struggling to come up with a list of guests, a list that should have been easy to compile for what should. have been the happiest day of his life. 

He glanced at his barren ring finger. Stella wanted him to take care to scope out some wedding rings. Of course, there hadn’t been any engagement ring since hist father had sprung this engagement on him. He had been even more surprised to find out that Stella wanted the wedding date so soon, and on Evie’s birthday. 

December 15(th). He’d remember that. 

With the wedding date looming closer, those doubts that he had tried to ignore. had blossomed into full–fledged terror. It was his responsibility to stay and help raise the child, prevent another broken home. However, how healthy could a life with Stella be for the child? 

He couldn’t help but wish for a different bride, a different future. A future where his heart didn’t ache with the weight of unresolved emotions and unspoken truths. A future where he didn’t feel torn between two worlds. 

The tailor continued his work, oblivious to the turmoil that raged within Timothy. He knew what woman he wanted to see walking down that aisle, and she’d been just at arm’s reach before he shattered it all with the stupidity of his teen years. 

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Timothy was pulled from his thoughts when he heard his phone chiming on the chair with his belongings. He excused himself before grabbing his phone and seeing the name “Ethan” flashing across the screen. 

When he picked up, he heard his friend’s voice trembled with urgency. “Timothy, you need to get to the Clayton Sports Center right now. They’re calling all the players in for an investigation.” 

Timothy’s heart raced at the news. “What’s going on, Ethan? Why the investigation?” 

Ethan’s voice was heavy with frustration. “I wish I knew, Tim. But the rumors are spreading like wildfire. They’re saying there’s been match–fixing behind the scenes. and they’re looking into it.” 

Match–fixing. The words hung in the air like a dark cloud. He couldn’t ignore the implications of what he’d expected all along, and a sense of dread settled in his 

chest. 

As Timothy arrived at the Clayton Sports Center, he was greeted by a swarm of reporters, their cameras and microphones thrust in his direction. The atmosphere was charged with tension and speculation, and Timothy couldn’t help but feel a growing anger at the situation. 

“Mr. Hayes, how do you feel about the match–fixing speculations?” one reporter asked, her voice relentless. 

Timothy struggled to maintain his composure. his jaw tightening with frustration. “I can’t comment on rumors, but I believe in the integrity of the game. I’ve always played fair and with the utmost sportsmanship. 

Another reporter pressed, her tone accusatory. “But Mr. Hayes, it’s been reported. that a member of your team was involved in match–fixing. Speculations are pointing toward you, given your history of causing problems with your teams.” 

The accusation hit Timothy like a sucker punch. He had always been a passionate player, driven by his love for the game and his desire to win, but he had never engaged in match–fixing. The insinuation felt like a betrayal of everything he 

stood for. 

As the reporters continued to hound him. Timothy’s thoughts turned to Alex, who had been sneaking around a lot lately. Timothy had no doubt that Alex might be 

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