A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 6

Logan was having the time of his life at the amusement park today, a stark contrast to his usual somber demeanor that was almost heartbreaking. Now, he was all giggles and grins. carefree, as if he didn’t have a single trouble in the world.

After a day filled with thrills, the trio made their way back to the parking lot.

Matilda stood at the exit, cradling Logan in her arms as she waited for her brother to bring the car around. Her tall, slender silhouette caught the attention of a Maserati driver who honked a few times and called out, “Hey beautiful, need a lift?”

Matilda offered the driver a polite smile, but before she could respond, Logan piped up from her arms, “No need, my mom’s got a ride!”

Damn, this cheeky kid!

Chase Johnson was about to lament how such a gorgeous woman was already hitched and a mother when he caught a look at Logan’s face. His jaw dropped. He leaned out of his window, staring down the boy, “What did you just say, you little rascal?”

“This kid… he’s the spitting image of… of Yvan! No way, had Yvan left a little surprise from his wild days?” He wondered.

Chase’s gaze shifted to Matilda, and that’s when it all clicked. Five years before he’d settled in Sea City, he’d heard about a scandal. Sea City’s golden boy, Yvan, had turned his back on his own family, sending his wife to prison.

who was his wife? None other than the pride of the Thompson family, the talented

back to reality by Gideon honking impatiently from behind.

couldn’t

of it, he gave Logan one last piercing patiently

kid weren’t Yvan’s, Chase would eat his hat. Quickly snapping a photo, Chase hurried off, catching a glimpse of Matilda getting into a car following his. He made a mental

sowing your wild oats out

[Are you drunk?]

hesitation, Chase sent the photo of Matilda holding Logan on the sidewalk. Her lithe figure was set against the evening breeze, lifting her hair, her silhouette framed by the setting sun. She was laughing while holding

his

boomed from the other end, “Where did

12:04.

rattled off the license plate number, helping Yvan track it down later. “I tell ya, I was shocked! It hit me later. That kid, he’s the freaking double of you;

set out to locate the car. Clutching his phone, it was hard to tell if