A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 18

The guy next to Ivan, who’d had one too many, staggered by, his head wobbling as he walked. “Damn, you see that babe by the door? She’s top–notch! That class, that look, wow!”

His buddy chimed in, “Dream on, man. You think you’ve got a shot with a woman like that? Maybe as her chauffeur, if you’re lucky.”

“Ha, I’d be her chauffeur in a heartbeat! For free!”

Yvan’s brow furrowed slightly, and when he looked up again, there was Matilda standing before him, radiating a cool aura. Her Indifferent gaze and stunning features were etched with aloofness and detachment. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes when she saw him.

Yvan just stood there, frozen. He was wearing a creatively tailored white shirt and sharp dress. pants that outlined his straight legs, with a pair of Balenciaga sneakers on his feet. One hand was pinching car keys, the other casually holding a jacket. His face was rakishly handsome, and twin black diamond studs in his left ear twinkled in harmony with his obsidian eyes.

He stood at the entrance, tall and commanding, turning heads as people passed by.

He had that kind of presence, innate, that made everyone take notice. With devilishly good looks and a deep, steady demeanor, he was the kind of man women lusted after, the kind they wanted to throw themselves at.

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in the city. So when he married

to prison by his own hand. Who knows how many whistles were blown in

Yvan was perfect–his background, his wealth, his power. But when it came to love, he had never

him. She had played the fool for five long years, carrying a burden of guilt–ten years in total–and finally understood that she and Yvan were never meant to be. The cost of

stood at the threshold, their eyes locking through the crowd as if traversing the sea of unfamiliar faces to a time long past, an

her heart,

their situation had deteriorated beyond recognition. Who was the unseen hand. that had pushed

and looked up as Yvan approached her, his presence shining like a star, dwarfing everyone around

Matilda realized with sadness that her heart no longer skipped a

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beat.

fifteen years, from my youth until now, bearing the brunt of

Yvan and then looked