A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 8

Was this kid coached by Matilda? Teaching him to play two–faced games like this.

Yvan, seething with anger, stormed into the living room and caught sight of Matilda standing there. All the emotions from their five–year separation surged to his heart in an instant.

Matilda’s eyes held a deep–rooted fear and pain that made Yvan involuntarily clench his fists.

“It’s been a while,” he said tersely.

Matilda didn’t respond.

Logan, unable to stop Yvan, ran to his mother’s side, took her hand, and said, “Don’t worry, Mommy. Let’s go to bed.”

Mother and son turned to leave, intending to ignore Yvan completely.

“Stop right there!”

The angry voice from behind made Matilda shiver, and even Logan could feel her hand. trembling.

Yvan, his anger turning into a bitter laugh, said, “Aren’t you going to explain this kid to me?”

Matilda’s voice shook as she faced Yvan. “I’ve served five years. Why can’t you just let

all her love and

her reaction. “You got what you deserved. Why play the

bitterly. “Right? So what are you doing here, throwing yourself at a woman with

Yvan reached out and grabbed Logan’s hand. “But

was unexpectedly calm. He looked straight at Yvan and said softly, “Mr. Boyd,

polite “please” and “Mr. Boyd” were

Dad,” he demanded.

don’t have

five years in jail.” In

Logan’s single sentence pierced him with a

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and his love! How dare she now wear the face of a victim?

what Matilda had said as she was taken away five

how

tightness gripped Yvan’s chest, and he looked at Logan, asking a stupid question, “When were you

need to ask?