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?”

she faced Yvan. “I’ve served five years. Why can’t you just

all her love

narrowed his eyes, dissatisfied with her reaction. “You

turned away and said bitterly. “Right? So what are you doing here, throwing yourself at a woman with a record like mine? Am I really

it? Hardly.” Yvan reached out and grabbed Logan’s hand. “But

was unexpectedly calm. He looked straight at Yvan

and “Mr. Boyd” were

Dad,” he demanded.

have a

“I just have a mom who spent five years

word, but Logan’s single sentence pierced him with a thousand

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Chapter B

destroying his child and his love!

remembered what Matilda had said as she was

realize how wrong

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

you need to ask?

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