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?”

Yvan. “I’ve

demolished all her love and hope for

with her reaction. “You got what you

what are you doing here, throwing yourself at a woman with a

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

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

Boyd” were like needles

me Dad,”

don’t have

who spent five years in jail.” In that moment, Yvan had to admit he was

Logan’s single sentence pierced him with

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for what? For destroying his child and his love! How dare she now wear the face of a victim?

Matilda had said as she was taken

you ever realize how wrong you’ve been today…

he looked at Logan, asking a stupid question, “When were you born,

to ask?