Chapter 119
The Hockey Star’s Remorse
Depression had become a heavy shroud that enveloped me each morning, making it difficult to find the strength to get out of
bed. The weight of the scandal, the loss. of reputation, and the betrayals I had experienced had left me feeling emotionally
drained and defeated. Yet, despite my better judgment, I always found myself reaching for my phone.
As I scrolled through my notifications and messages, I couldnât escape the feeling of dread that had become a constant
companion. But something compelled me to return to the online chatroom where my #TEVIE fans had once gathered, a place
where I had been celebrated and supported.
I read the hurtful and venomous comments from fans who had once been my greatest supporters. They had turned against me,
denouncing #TEVIE and badmouthing me in the most vicious ways possible. It was as if I had become a pariah, an object of
scorn and derision..
EXTEVIE: Evie used to be such a role model. Now sheâs just a disappointment...
TEVIEForever: Ugh, I have to change my username now. GROSS
UnoCuchono6: Creeping around with her boss? No wonder Timothy left her!
TIMOFOREVA: How pathetic
TELLARULZ: TEVIE is dead because of her I canât believe I ever supported her
I couldnât understand how it had come to this, how my reputation had been. tarnished to the point where even my most loyal fans
had turned their backs on me. It was a crushing blow.
As I scrolled through the chatroom, the anger and frustration inside me grew. I wanted to defend myself, to explain that the
accusations against me were false, but I knew that it was futile. The damage had been done, and my words would likely fall on
deaf ears.
I closed the chatroom and set my phone aside. The online world that had once been a source of connection and support had
become a hostile and unforgiving place, and I couldnât bear to subject myself to more hurtful comments and
accusations.
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T1%#t
Aria was always warning me to stay off the internet. She was far more experienced in the online world than I was. Her own
Timothy fan pages, which sheâd gone out of her way to delete, would be littered with trolls of all sorts.
Of course, they were attacking an anonymous page. People were seeing my face everywhere, so there was no mistaking who I
was. Their attacks were personal.
As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't escape the feeling that my life had unraveled beyond repair.
After days of feeling trapped inside my apartment, the walls closing in on me, I finally couldnât take it any longer. I needed to
escape the suffocating atmosphere and get some fresh air. The scandal that had engulfed my life felt like a relentless storm, and
I hoped that a walk outside might offer some respite.
As I stepped out into the crisp air, I couldnât help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. The accusations
against me had left my reputation in tatters, and the relentless online backlash had taken a toll on my emotional well- being. I
couldnât help but wonder if there was any way to salvage my career and restore my integrity.
The thought of approaching Jasper had crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. He had proven himself to be a malicious
manipulator, and engaging with him would only worsen the situation. I needed to focus on gathering evidence to refute the false
claims against me and expose his lies.
pose his lies.
As I strolled through the neighborhood, my mind raced with worries about the future. The decline in clientele had been evident
that very morning when I had checked my emails. Potential clients who had once shown interest in my legal services were now
backing away, their trust in me eroded by the scandal.
I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of hopelessness. My career, which had once been a source of pride and
accomplishment, now seemed to be slipping through my fingers. I had worked tirelessly to build my reputation, and in a matter of
weeks, it had been tarnished beyond recognition.
I reached the nearby parking lot and stopped, my gaze falling on my car. The sight of it, still covered in the remnants of the
vandalism that withstood the rain.
I couldnât understand how anyone could harbor so much hatred and resentment
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toward me, someone they didnât even know personally. It was as if I had become a scapegoat for their own frustrations and
grievances.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within me. I couldn't let anger consume me, but any hope I had
was dwindling.
As I tried to wipe away some of the graffiti on my car, my fingers trembling with frustration. Red and blue paint stained the palms
of my hands, and spread to my jacket sleeves. I heard footsteps approaching and turned around.
My heart thudded when I saw Timothy standing just a few feet away. His expression grew tense when he met my eyes.
âEvie,â he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
I blinked in surprise. âTimothy,â I replied flatly.
He walked toward me, his gaze unwavering. âYouâve...been in the tabloids a lot lately.â
I sighed, pressing my lips into a firm line. âI guess I have.â
Timothy frowned. âDo you know whatâs going on with that? Why are they saying all those things about you?â
I felt a surge of irritation rise within me. The last thing I needed was Timothy probing into my personal life one again, especially
when it no longer concerned. him. I squared my shoulders and leered up at him.â
âI donât owe you any explanation, Timothy.â
He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head back, as if my words physically stunned him. âWell, were you planning on denying it
soon? To the public, I
mean...â
My patience wore thin, and I couldnât hold back the anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface.
âYou have some nerve,â I snapped. âAfter everything youâve done, you think you have the right to inch your way back into my
life? Are you looking for an ego boost, because you're definitely not getting it from me!â
Timothy's jaw clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. âBelieve it or not, youâre
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name is tied to mine whenever any scandal hits the news, so if thereâs something going on, I have a right to know.â
I scoffed. âA right to know? Timothy, you lost any right to know anything about my life a long time ago.â
Timothy's face contorted with frustration as he turned away, running a hand. through his hair. âI heard you. Your voice, the
pictures...â
I narrowed my eyes at him. Just as I figured, he would make his own assumptions about the whole thing. âIâm sure you did.â
âAnd itâs your boss, Evie,â he blurted out, seeming bewildered by his own words. âI mean...your boss? Donât you have anything
to say about that?â
âNo, I donât!â I shouted over him.
Timothy's mouth fell open and he stepped back. He looked me up and down as the gears in his head began to turn.
âYou can believe whatever you want about me,â I continued. âIf the media wants to call me a slut, let them! From what Iâve seen,
you donât see me as anything more than that.â
With that, I turned away from him, determined to put as much distance between us as possible. Once I was back in my
apartment, I couldnât help but feel a sense of hopelessness. The vandalism on my car, the scandalous rumors that threatened to
tarnish my reputation-it was all too much.
As I stood there, my hands stained with paint, it felt like I had completely lost control.
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