All Chapters of The Hockey Star Regret : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

HAYDENThe cold hit me like a slap the moment I stepped onto the rink. The air inside the arena always carried that sharp edge. A mix of ice, sweat, and determination that felt like home. For the first time in weeks, I breathed a little easier just being here.Practice had officially resumed that morning, and even though I hadn’t been sure how the team would react after everything, the familiar scrape of skates and slap of pucks against the boards brought a strange kind of calm.Jason skated past me, bumping my shoulder. “You planning to just stand there and look broody all morning, or are you actually going to shoot something?”I snorted, shaking off the nerves that had crept up the back of my neck. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t broody.”“Yeah, right. The team’s been peaceful without you and your drama,” Logan called from the goalpost, smirking as he blocked Jason’s shot. “I was starting to think I’d forgotten what chaos sounded like.”“Give it five minutes,” Jason added. “He’ll remind

COLEENThe morning of the hearing felt like stepping into a storm I couldn’t see but could already hear rumbling in the distance. My stomach was in knots, my heart drumming too fast for someone who hadn’t even had coffee yet. The sky outside was gray, fitting for the day ahead.Hayden offered to drive me to the student affairs office, but I refused. I didn’t want him to see me fall apart, not before I even had the chance to defend myself.As soon as I stepped outside, the cold wind slapped me across the face. I walked toward the administration building slowly, letting the chill steady my nerves.Alicia was already waiting outside, clutching a folder full of documents. “You ready?”“No,” I said honestly.“Don’t worry, you got this,” she replied.We entered the glass building together, our footsteps echoing through the nearly empty hallway. The disciplinary committee office was at the end, a door I had passed dozens of times before but never imagined I’d have to enter like this.A panel

HAYDENThe morning the story broke, the campus was already buzzing before I even stepped outside my apartment. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.The headline was everywhere.“Michaels Family Scandal: Hockey Star Hayden Michaels Exposes Family Corruption.”Underneath, screenshots of my public statement and the attached voice recording filled every newsfeed, every blog. It was happening… finally, it was happening.I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the muted TV where a panel of news anchors was dissecting every second of my press conference from the previous night.I remembered the way my heart had hammered against my ribs as I stood in front of that microphone at the local station, surrounded by reporters and blinding flashes. Jason had been there, standing off to the side like a silent anchor.When I told them the events that led to Jared pullling a gun on me, the room had gone still then, a kind of horrified silence falling over the reporters.I hadn’t sto

COLEENBy the time Hayden’s car rolled to a stop outside my apartment building, the morning sun had already climbed over the rooftops, flooding the street in a pale golden glow. Hayden leaned over, brushing a soft kiss against my cheek before I unbuckled my seatbelt.“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” he asked, his voice low and warm.I smiled, fingers brushing his wrist. “You’ve got practice in a few hours, Mr. Hockey star. Go shower and sleep before Coach starts breathing down your neck.”He chuckled, catching my hand and pressing another kiss to my knuckles. “Fine, but only because you said it like that. Call me when you wake up?”“I will.”I stepped out of the car and waited until he drove off before heading inside, humming softly under my breath. My body still felt pleasantly heavy, like every cell was aware of Hayden’s touch, the echo of his lips on my skin. I hadn’t felt this content in a long time.But that peace evaporated the moment I opened my apartment door.It was q

COLEENIt was the final day of the trial. The last stretch of the nightmare that had started months ago in the snow.Jared sat just a few feet away from me dressed in a clean suit, his wrists cuffed, his face a mask of detachment. But I could see it now, beneath the calm exterior. the exhaustion, the bitterness, the quiet self-destruction.His lawyers spoke for him, but it didn’t matter anymore. The evidence was irrefutable, the testimonies powerful. Hayden and I had both taken the stand.When I’d stood there earlier, my voice trembling at first but growing stronger with each word, I hadn’t looked at Jared. I’d kept my eyes on the prosecutor, on Hayden sitting in the gallery, his gaze steady and warm, grounding me.I’d told the truth. Every painful, terrifying, humiliating detail. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like weakness. It felt like reclaiming control.Hayden’s turn had come after mine. His voice had been calm but tight, the kind of calm that comes from holding back year