Chapter 132
TIMOTHY POV
The ice was slick beneath Timothy’s skates as he glided across the hockey rink. The sharp des
of his skates cut through the surface, sending sprays of ice crystals. into the air. The arena was
alive with the sounds of the game, the thud of sticks against pucks, the tter of yers colliding,
and the cheers of the crowd.
But amid the cacophony of the game, there was a deafening silence that echoed in Timothy’s heart.
He hade to this match with a sense of resignation, knowing all too well what he would find–or
rather, what he wouldn’t find.
Evie. Her absence hung like a heavy shadow over the arena, a void that seemed to swallow the
very essence of the game. Timothy had known that she wouldn’t be there, but that knowledge didn’t
make the emptiness any easier to bear.
As he raced down the rink, the puck gliding smoothly beneath his stick, Timothy couldn’t help but
steal nces at the stands. He had hoped against all rationality that she might surprise him, that
she might be there in the crowd, cheering him on as she had done in the early days.
The game continued with a relentless intensity, the yers battling fiercely for control of the puck.
Timothy’s mind should have been focused solely on the match, on the strategies and ys, but his
thoughts kept drifting. He also had Ste to worry about, and the potential pregnancy.
If the results turned out positive, any sliver of hope that he and Evie had would be
torn away.
He missed herughter, her unwavering support, and the way she had believed in him even when
he had doubted himself. She had been his confidante just in those. few months, and now, she was
gone.
As halftime approached, Timothy’s frustration grew. The opposing team had the upper hand, and
his team was struggling to keep up. He knew that he had to focus, to give his all for the sake of his
teammates, but the ache of Evie’s absence was a heavy burden to bear.
When the buzzer sounded off for intermission, Timothy skated off the ice with at heavy heart. He
took off his sweat–soaked jersey, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. As he wiped the sweat from his
brow, Timothy noticed amotion near the
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locker room entrance.
His heart quickened as he recognized his brother Andy standing there, engaged in conversation
with none other than his rival, Alex.
He couldn’t fathom why his brother would be talking to Alex, the very yer who had been a
constant thorn in his side on the ice. Seeing Andy in conversation with Alex sent a ripple of unease
through Timothy.
Pushing aside his exhaustion. Timothy hastily threw on his jersey and made his way over to them,
his curiosity and concern growing with each step.
“What are you two up to?” he asked as he approached the pair.
Andy turned to face him, a sly smile ying on his lips. “Timmy,” he greeted, his tone casual. “Just
conducting a little business here, that’s all.”
Timothy’s eyes narrowed as he nced between his brother and Alex, who appeared to be growing
increasingly ufortable. “Business?” he echoed, hist tone incredulous. “What kind of
business?”
Alex shifted on his feet, clearly eager to escape the situation. “Look, I really should be going,” he
stammered, making a hasty exit.
Timothy watched as Alex hurried away, leaving him alone with his brother.
“Andy, what’s going on?” he pressed, his frustration mounting. “Why were you talking to Alex of all
people?”
Andy chuckled, a smug glint in his eye. “Rx, baby brother,” he replied, his tone. dripping with
condescension. “It was just a little deal. Nothing for you to worry about.”
Timothy sighed, his patience wearing thin. “I have every reason to be worried when it involves you,”
he shot back.
Andy’s grin widened, clearly reveling in Timothy’s frustration. “Let’s just say it’s a mutually beneficial
arrangement,” he teased, refusing to provide any further details.
Finally at his limit, Timothy took a few steps toward Andy until he was towering over his brother. His
height was probably the one thing he had over Andy. “Care to borate?”
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Andy’sughter was maddening as he walked past Timothy, brushing shoulders ast he passed.
“Fine, fine.” he relented, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Im working on a little sponsorship
deal with Alex’spany. That’s all.”
The revtion left Timothy dumbfounded. A sponsorship deal? It seemed odd that his brother
would be coborating with his rival, especially when they werepeting on the same team. The
implications of such an arrangement were baffling.
“Why would you do that?” Timothy demanded. “And why skulk around if you’re so innocent?”
Andy shrugged, his nonchnt attitude infuriating. “I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he replied, his
tone dismissive. “Besides, it’s just business.”
But Timothy couldn’t simply brush it aside. The thought of his brother and his rival working together,
potentially gaining an advantage over him, gnawed at hispetitive spirit. It felt like a betrayal, a
breach of trust.
“Just business?” Timothy retorted, his anger simmering. “This is my career, Andy. My team.”
Andy’s expression hardened, and he took a step closer to his brother, his voice cold and
calcting. Timothy, you need to focus on your game,” he advised, “Because it could be yourst.”
With that, Andy turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Timothy seething with frustration and
resentment. The intermission was drawing to a close, and he knew he had to return to the ice, but
the shadow of his brother’s actions loomed
over him.
As he stepped back onto the rink, the cheers of the crowd and the exhration of the game felt
hollow. The rivalry with Alex had always been a challenge he relished, but now it was tainted by the
knowledge that his own brother was involved in some sort of alliance with his adversary.
He couldn’t shake the suspicion that there was more to the situation than met the eye. The way his
brother had brushed off their conversation, the secretive dealings with Alex–it all felt strategic. And
now, as he skated onto the rink, his attention was drawn to a teammate, one whose actions raised
rm bells in his mind.
It was Mark, a talented defenseman who had always been known for his dedication
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to the game. But now, there was something off about his performance. He seemed sluggish, his
movements hesitant, and his passescked the precision that had
once been his trademark.
Timothy’s frustration and suspicion grew with each passing moment. It was as if Mark were
purposefully throwing the game, making mistakes that were
uncharacteristic of a yer of his caliber. The team was suffering, and Timothy could see the
potential victory slipping away.
Skating over to Mark, he couldn’t contain his anger any longer. “What the hell are you doing out
there, man?” he hissed.
Mark nced at him, his expression unreadable. “What’s it to you?” he retorted, his tone defiant.
Timothy squinted. “This is a team, damn it,” he spat. “We’re supposed to be working together, but
you’re out their fumbling the puck by trying to y it solo.”
The referee blew the whistle, and the other yers on the ice turned their attention toward the
confrontation.
Mark’s gaze hardened, and he pushed Timothy away, his voiceced with bitterness. “You think
you’re so perfect, don’t you?” he shot back. “Maybe you should worry about your own problems
instead of sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
The exchange had drawn the attention of the coaching staff, and the head coach, Coach Anderson,
skated over, his brow furrowed in concern. “What’s going here, fes?” he demanded, his voice
stern.
Timothy pointed at Mark. “He’s acting like he doesn’t know how to y,” he blurted out, his voice
tense. The meeting between Alex and Andy had only put him. more on edge.
The first time, he’d seen Alex talking to a yer, but he’d walked away before Timothy could identify
him. He couldn’t help but wonder if the yer he’d seen with Alex was the same one standing in
front of him.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Timothy started, “I’d say he was doing it on purpose.”
Mark’s face twisted with anger, and he shot Timothy a venomous re. “You’re making baseless
usations,” he retorted.
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Coach Anderson eyed both yers with a stern expression.
“We all have off days, Timothy, so try not to tear down your own teammate,” he warned. “Mark, I
expect better from you. Now, let’s focus on the game and leave personal issues off the ice.”
The coach’s words were a clear reprimand, and Timothy knew he had pushed the boundaries of
eptable behavior. With a final warning look from Coach Anderson, he reluctantly returned to the
bench, his mind a whirlwind of frustration and suspicion.
As he watched the game unfold, his team struggling to recover from their disadvantage, Timothy
couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. His emotional state was already in
shambles, and now this situation with Mark threatened to further unravel hisposure.
The final buzzer sounded, signaling their defeat, and Timothy couldn’t contain his disappointment.
He had been right all along–Mark’s actions had cost them the game. The team filed off the rink, their
spirits crushed by the loss.
Coach Anderson pulled Timothy aside, his expression grave. “I understand your frustration,
Timothy,” he began, his tone measured. “But we can’t let personal conflicts affect the team’s
performance. I’m might have to sit you out for the next game if you keep this up.”
Timothy’s anger red once more, but he knew that Coach Anderson’s decision. was justified. He
had allowed his emotions to get the better of him. With a reluctant nod, he retreated to the lockerText ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
room.
As he sat alone in the quiet of the locker room, the sounds of his teammates celebrating and
commiserating outside, Timothy buried his face in his hands and shook his head rapidly.
Everything was crumbling around him. Evie was quickly drifting away from him, and he loathed not
being able to see her every morning. If Ste turned out to be pregnant, he might never see Evie
again, or be able to face her without the guilt eating away at him.
He could only hope for one thing to turn out in his favor now.
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