A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 13

Hearing the words “son of a convict“, Yvan felt a sharp contraction in his chest, his voice breaking as he shot back, “I dare you to say that again!”

Matilda didn’t speak, but her eyes bore into him with an intensity that reflected how much love had turned to hate.

“You put me behind bars for five years, Yvan. Five. Long. Years. And you know what? Whether I was innocent or not doesn’t even matter. What matters is that you never had a shred of trust in me,” she said, her voice cold and swift as if Yvan were now nothing more than an

inconsequential stranger. It was as if she was using every ounce of her strength to wound him deeply.

A sarcastic smile played on Matilda’s lips. “Don’t tell me you’ve just realized that our old flame isn’t quite extinguished?”

A crack appeared in Yvan’s rage–filled eyes as he stood up abruptly and clutched Matilda’s throat.

His handsome features were overlaid with a sheen of frost as he looked at her and laughed. cruelly, “Who taught you to talk like that, huh? Thinking you’ve grown wings since you got out of the slammer?”

her air, Matilda’s breaths came in short gasps. “Yvan, I learned from the best.

if his blood was flowing backward.

me back my son, and I promise you won’t see me again

at her in disbelief, managing to choke

broke free from his grasp and stumbled, her knees hitting the hardwood floor with a dull thud. She

front of Yvan.

Yvan, you’ve strangled it. What more could you possibly want from me? You’ve already picked the Thompson

show me a little mercy?

he felt when he saw her taken away in a police car five years ago.

hoarse.

my line.” Matilda retorted, her gaze fragmented with

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Chapter 13